Random House, 343 pp., $5.95
Poor dead Bonnie Clutter appeared to a friend in a dream. 'To be murdered,' she wept. 'No. No. There's nothing worse. Nothing worse than that. Nothing.' In Cold Blood is strewn with snatches of pregnant speech, with glimpses of things that grow and grow in the eye of memory. None of these particulars surpasses the grimly clinching effect of Mrs. Clutter's dream speech.
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