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In Cold Blood probably spoke to me the most because Capote did exactly what he intended to do. He wrote a book about four brutal senseless murders. But, by the end of the book, I hardly knew anything of the murder victims, and if the truth is known, I probably didn't care. I felt as sorry for Perry Smith as anyone. The detective, Dewey described his feelings when he witnessed the hanging.
" But Smith, though he was the true murderer, aroused another response, for Perry possessed a quality, the aura of an exiled animal, a creature walking wounded, that the detective could not disregard. He remembered his first meeting with Perry in the interrogation room at Police Headquarters in Las Vegas-the dwarfish boy-man seated in the metal chair, his small booted feet not quite brushing the floor. And when Dewey now opened his eyes, that is what he saw: the same childish feet, tilted, dangling (341.)"
That was the person that Capote characterized through the entire book. That is how an author convinces a reader to have compassion for a murderer, even knowing that what they did was unforgiveable. Capote accomplished it perfectly in In Cold Blood, for me, anyway.