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The Black on White: Three Tales

Anagram. Barcelona. 2003. 115 pp. € 6

was Streckfus Persons until adopted the surname of his stepfather Cuban: Capote. Started early in the literature for its atypical solitary childhood in Alabama, in rural and southern America, moved from a very Young in New York, where he published in various journals. Convinced he can revitalize the literature from the perspective of the news story, given to the press in 1966 his work cold blood, after an investigation of several years on the murder of the Clutter family. The result is a new genre criticism greet with the nickname non-fiction-novel . Outrageous and controversial, eventually gaining the enmity of many of the celebrities who for years at the height of his literary and social success, had tried, when aired in Prayers served more scurrilous intimacies of some of them. am an alcoholic. I am a drug addict. I'm gay. am a genius, seems to have said of himself. Died of an overdose in 1984.

The three stories that make up the book, against the backdrop of Christmas and Thanksgiving Day, are a foray into the author's childhood memories. The recreation of his experiences in an atmosphere populated by adults, where is the complicity of a relative eccentric spinster - Miss Sook - with whom they feel emotionally very close during their stay on the farm in Alabama.

Congratulations accompany our twilight back down the red clay road leading to the village, but my friend is shown elusive and vague when people praise the treasure that we have in the buggy: what tree is beautiful, where did did you get?
- From far away - she murmurs with imprecision.
A Once a car stops, and the lazy rich woman owner of the factory looks and whines:
- I give you twenty-five cents for that tree.
In general, my friend is afraid to say no but this time, promptly rejected the offer to head
- Not for a dollar.
businessman's wife insists.
- A dollar? And a horn. Fifty cents. It's my final offer. But women can go for another.
In response, my friend gently reflects:
- I doubt it. No two of anything.

I bought the book on Christmas morning Malaga, accompanied by Adolfo, when he had decided to postpone until the beginning of the year the readings so I occupied. It was a hit, because his reading gave me some quiet moments of nostalgia in this strange Christmas.