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The Muses are Heard, by Truman Capote. 182 pp. New York: Random House. $3.00

Mr. Capote is not only a writer, third generation Southern Gothic, exquisitely potted and lushly flowering in mid-Manhattan; he is also the administrator of an engagingly flossy public character: bangs, neo-Edwardian couture, youthfully wilted smile, and the air of a clever child murmuring “Si la jeunesse savait…” Sending him to Russia seemed as deliberately improbable as, say, sending Jayne Mansfield to a rare-book auction. But it promised to produce offbeat copy.

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The Muses are Heard, by Truman Capote. 182 pp. New York: Random House. $3.00

Mr. Capote is not only a writer, third generation Southern Gothic, exquisitely potted and lushly flowering in mid-Manhattan; he is also the administrator of an engagingly flossy public character: bangs, neo-Edwardian couture, youthfully wilted smile, and the air of a clever child murmuring “Si la jeunesse savait…” Sending him to Russia seemed as deliberately improbable as, say, sending Jayne Mansfield to a rare-book auction. But it promised to produce offbeat copy.