Christmas and More ala Truman Capote by da-AL

Truman Capote was a genius writer and spoken word performer. He’s best known for “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.” Yes, the movie version that starred the lovely Audrey Hepburn but that horribly mangled Capote’s marvelous novella.

Here Capote reads aloud his heartbreakingly sweet and profound autobiographical “A Christmas Memory”…

Here, along with his “Among the Paths to Eden,” is him reading the real version of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”…

Have you read any of Truman Capote’s stories?

“A Christmas Memory” by Truman Capote by da-AL

Writing can be an x-ray into the soul. Truman Capote led a troubled life. Oh, what sensitive gorgeous stories resulted!

His “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” was made into a movie starring Audrey Hepburn.

Breakfast at Tiffanys Poster from Wikipedia
Photo thanks to, Wikipedia

That photo, along with Hepburn at the prime of her iconic gorgeousness, are the best part of the movie. What drivel that movie made of Capote’s genius novella! It boiled Capote’s nuanced character study of love between a straight woman and a gay man into nonsense — a chain of cliches, the worst being Andy Rooney’s bigoted portrayal of a Chinese landlord.

Ah – but now I’m getting off track from telling you about Capote’s succinct mini-masterpiece, “A Christmas Memory.” The short story, featured in numerous short story anthologies, premiered in 1956, in Mademoiselle Magazine.

An early photo of Truman Capote, thanks to Wikipedia
Capote at 23, thanks to Wikipedia.

The essay is Capote’s gift to us about his own childhood experiences, after his parents divorced and gave him up to live with relatives. Capote makes me feel better for the very reading about his lush-hearted somewhat simple distant cousin, and how the two of them celebrated a handful of Christmases together.

Truman Capote, four years before his too early death. Thank you Wikipedia
Capote at 55, four years before his too early death. Thanks Wikipedia.

The video at the start of this post features a bit of Capote’s own uniquely southern narration. As well done as the production is in terms of following Capote’s writing, nothing rivals how his printed version earns residence in one’s heart.

Each year, Christmas stories become exponentially abundant, churned out at an equally increasing rate of smarminess. In contrast, Capote’s holiday story is populated by realistically complex characters. Capote forgoes easy one-dimensionality. He shows how holidays are neither good nor bad. People, their everyday generosity of spirit, are what comprise a celebration-worthy life.