"You published that mess?! Oh darling no..." is probably what Capote said from his grave about Summer Crossing
, a posthumously published early work. This sketch about a confused young girl's misguided love, needs polish, a whole lotta polish. There are lines within a generally beautifully written Summer Crossing
that stick out for their clunky dullness. Thus it reads like the first draft that it is, a first draft written by a master wordsmith, mind you! But as Hemingway said, "The first draft of anything is shit."