Truman Capote - social butterfly, gossipmonger and faded novelist - is brought back from the dead in Bob Kingdom's brilliant one-man show, dropping names until those names drop him. Never lapsing into biography or lecture, this piece brings the later middle of the twentieth century into sharp focus through Capote's slightly jaded eyes.
Elvis, Camus, Frost, Marilyn, Thurber, Gore Vidal; all bit parts in the world Truman Capote moved through. The slightly seedy glamour of Breakfast at Tiffany's and the intelligence of its author shine through the script, bringing out the tragedy threaded through Capote's humour.
Capturing the man and his times despite the Capote estate forbidding any direct quotation is no easy task, but Kingdom succeeds with ease. His performance is scarily accurate; the wardrobe, the mannerisms, the camp, acerbic humour is precise. But this is so much more than impersonation, bringing a man who faded from view, from the fame he craved, as the world lost interest, back into the spotlight he deserved - or at least needed.