Thinking maybe give Christmas another go? It can’t be as bad as you remember? Well, I was thinking that. And then I read this tiny vignette of an early childhood memory, a vivid description of a part of the world – Alabama, New Orleans – that seems impossibly fictional, like it’s been made up by writers just so they have grounds in which to indulge their fancies.
The book collector in me has to point out: this will take you merely minutes to read, but the production of it pays great compliment to the value of your time, a most handsome boxed production on fine paper. I acquired mine speculatively in a Genevan open air book market, along with another Capote of similar ilk, which I will doubtless devour soon enough.
A depressing delight.