Literature: The dictionary defines it as the art of written works designed to entertain, educate, and instruct; writers use literature in an attempt to transfer their ideas from paper to reader; for some, this task means taking the story to a different place and time, completely separate from what the reader might perceive as ordinary, in order to serve the writer's intent. With this the impossible becomes probable and the worst imaginable fear becomes a breathed reality; without any declared separation between the living and the dying. The word literature itself cannot be precisely defined, and by attempting to do so the word is immediately limited in its use and effect. Literature simply is, just as it is not. With literature, the characters in what we read become our dearest friends and our most feared enemies; we see ourselves in the characters and struggle to imagine whether we would act in the same way as the characters, or whether we would struggle to handle a situation differently. Easily, their faults become ours, and whatever tragedy happens to them we could, without difficulty, conceive of happening to us. Literature, in all its genres, has tried to compel us, to entertain us, to educate us, and to drive us mad. It served as life instruction, using the characters as the lesson plan and us…the students. Sometimes it's blunt, sometimes ugly, and in the case of Truman Capote, sometimes it's so gruesome that we dare not forget it. With the publication of novels in the 1960s, a new genre called "New Journalism" had begun to emerge; has sought to combine the elements of journalism with the elements of fiction and in doing so has sought to challenge readers more......middle of paper......and who do not speak alone but with a collective voice, which is completely omnipresent. What makes Capote's literature novel is the way Capote uses the blurred line between the fantastic; he does not attempt to write grotesque and gory details, which might attract some bibliophiles, instead his writing has the function of preserving the memory of the Clutter family, and equally the memory of what Holcomb, as a town once was, a place where the doors remained open and strangers were not feared. and he wrote the falling action that makes it really key; he, the author, knew the end of the story and the outcome. However, in writing his work he did not reveal every little point of the beginning of the novel to the reader; but instead used foreshadowing to suggest nearly every event and detail taken from the actual evidence used in court.`