I've been reading Truman Capote’s non-fiction novel In Cold Blood which retells the events surrounding and including the murder of an American family in 1959. It’s quite a disturbing book really, retelling in the killer’s words exactly how they murdered all 4 family members by blasting a shotgun through their heads. The descriptions are so vivid and include how the victims were acting and their last pleas for mercy that it feels like you were there that terrifying night. It’s written like a novel but really hits you when you stop to think it all actually happened, that these innocent people really died. These portraits are of Dick Hickcock and Perry Smith, the murderers as photographed in 1960 after their arrest. It’s horrifying to see their faces and know what they did and that they had no shame or remorse and that they actually laughed about the blood splattered walls afterwards. I look at their eyes and compare them with their thoughts and it sends shivers down my spine. I can honestly say I don’t and will never understand how humans can be so heartless and evil; how so many can just not have a concious. It’s just beyond my minds comprehension and yet it’s so common in the world.
