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Truman Capote died in Joanne Carsons Bel Air home on August 25, 1984.
There were bits and pieces, yes.
Snippets and jotted ideas some semblance of chapters.
Theres no discernible raison detre, as Jessica Langes Lillie Mae puts it at one point.
Lets look at the endings Truman dreams up.
Kiki
Given how close C.Z.
would be a road-trip romp out west.
But not before C.Z.
berates Truman for having so soiled his reputation and his friendships.
It wasnt just that hed aired everyones dirty laundry.
Two-dimensional cave scratchings, she calls his writing.
Thats what he shouldve apologized for.
That it then leads to a spur-of-the-moment trip out west, where C.Z.
Or, as Lilli Mae puts it, rather stiff.
Lets try and make it a little less fruity, she venomously suggests.
Maybe a drink will help.
Shes clearly still furious over what he wrote.
But all she needed, it seems, was a way to let it all out.
Not that anyone will care about it where shes going: Why not smash it, then?
Truman insists; no better way to release all that anger, no?
Lilli Mae, here standing in as Trumans literary conscience, insists he tries harder and plumb deeper.
Maybe some pills will help.
His mother eggs him to confront their own family history.
He should write about her, the Black Swan.
Wouldnt her suicide make for a juicy tale?
Why has he shied away from it?
Or maybe he has finished but has decided to burn it at the behest of Anns fashionable ghost?
But we know what happened after all: He did go west.
He did make a run at write more.
He (asFeudtells it) imagined seeing his mom and Ann taunting him.
And then eventually died.
This brings us to 2016.
Thats the year Capotes ashes (part of Joannes estate) were auctioned.
It all amounts to a rather maudlin swan song, literary fan fiction given the prestige-TV treatment.
I dont want love; I want forgiveness, Truman says at the start of the episode.
Heisgiven the final word on this feud with his swans (Sevignys C.Z.
If nothing else, letFeudremind audiences (and casting agents!)
of Demi Moores dazzling screen presence.
However, as Lange delivered, it does feel like the worst review any writer could get.
