Breakfast at Tiffany’s” and “In Cold Blood,” the pip-speak literary master’s legendary bon mots had warped into a cartoon bitchiness better suited to “Hollywood Squares” than a Paris Review soirée. Addled by drugs and alcohol and twisted by the suicided-death of his social-climbing mother, Capote hadn’t published anything of real significance in a decade. But for nearly as long, he had dangled a tantalizing promise to the press and public: a quintessentially Capote-ian “nonfiction novel,” titled “Answered Prayers” that would tattle-tale on high society’s most salacious scuttlebutt.