Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The Sixth Bolgia

There was somethhing different while reading In Cold Blood this time. It's not the story, about the family getting murdered. There's this factor of amazing suspense where the cigarrette and aspirin breakfast consuming murderer and his partner are approaching Holcomb in the most orderly fashion, incredibly relaxed, and just as if this was the most normal thing to do, while the Clutters carry on with their daily life, as normal as it should be. 

I couldn't help but wander off into thinking how normally we live our lives every single day, without actually knowing how much other people can be plotting against us. It seems very movie-ish, and one doesn't really picture this could really happen to anyone. But, then again, this happened to the Clutters, who probably lived a life much more standard and planned out than mine. 

There's something that seems too perfect about the storyline. The Clutters are naïve, and not sure about their future. But how would they know? Nobody expects to be murdered, unless you're threatened by some organized crime group. 

This brought me to feeling like I'm the one being threatened. I'm dying to tell the Clutters to escape, like a person with an official death threat would. They're not being warned but I as a reader am. It's like for a second, you're an accomplice to murder. It's thrilling, really. 

I can't help but question myself who's truly the bad guy: the one who pulls the trigger, or the one that gets the trigger pulled at? I'm not sure Herbert is the good guy in all of this. Despite Capote thoroughly explains his character, and gives us what is one of the most detailed explanations for a character I've seen in a long time, I still feel like I don't know him and that I can't trust him. You don't get killed for nothing. Killers always have an ulterior motive. There has to be something in you that triggers a murdered to kill you. You have to have done something that gave Minos a reason to curl his tail around you. 

I wonder who's the sinner. I don't trust Herbert.

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