What if Truman Capote's classic true-crime book, IN COLD BLOOD, had gotten it all wrong? That is what Queens, New York, reporter Jimmy Spacone tries to find out--not realizing that this pursuit of the truth could either sanctify or crucify him.
Jim gives an overview of the book:
When the television set puffed out a gray cloud of smoke and went black, he went to the movies. But every picture was about him. It was Jimmy Spacone trapped along with the Hombre and the innocents in that slat-board cabin on top of the desert knoll, with Richard Boone sneering ugly and telling they were all going to die from the heat of his bullets. And Jimmy did die from bullet wounds, after FBI Agent Purvis blasted him and Bonnie and Clyde all to hell in the back seat of their Model T because Michael J. Pollard’s dad had ratted them out. And he never got a chance to screw the beautiful Bonnie, even thought Clyde didn’t seem to want to, and she seemed so willing all the time. And Jimmy hurled insults back and forth with Liz and Dick and Virginia Woolf—he was the only sober one there—and Steve McQueen stayed as cool as ever but you could tell that he felt bad for Jimmy, his little Chinese coolie boy aboard the Sand Pueblo, when the thugs hung him up by his wrists and kept cutting slices across his chest until his guts fell out.
Jim DeFilippi was born and raised in Duck Alley, on Long Island, and has been writing and living on a dirt road in northern Vermont since 1973. He is a husband of many years, a father of two, a grandfather, a retired school teacher, a special-needs bus driver, a Vietnam...