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A Christmas Memory, Truman Capote (extract)

As I’m off to India for Christmas I’m trying my hardest to get my fill of that ‘proper British Christmas feeling’. You know, mince pies and homemade decorations, the smell of orange and cinnamon, a roaring fire and that kind of thing. When I recently read this lovely short story, A Christmas Memory (1956) by Truman Capote it chimed with that spirit and I wanted to share an extract of it here:

Imagine a morning in late November. A coming of winter morning more than twenty years ago. [...]

Morning. Frozen rime lusters the grass; the sun, round as an orange and orange as hot-weather moons, balances on the horizon, burnishes the silvered winter woods. A wild turkey calls. A renegade hog grunts in the undergrowth. Soon, by the edge of knee-deep, rapid-running water, we have to abandon the buggy. Queenie wades the stream first, paddles across barking complaints at the swiftness of the current, the pneumonia-making coldness of it. We follow, holding our shoes and equipment (a hatchet, a burlap sack) above our heads. A mile more: of chastising thorns, burs and briers that catch at our clothes; of rusty pine needles brilliant with gaudy fungus and molted feathers. Here, there, a flash, a flutter, an ecstasy of shrillings remind us that not all the birds have flown south. Always, the path unwinds through lemony sun pools and pitch vine tunnels. Another creek to cross: a disturbed armada of speckled trout froths the water round us, and frogs the size of plates practice belly flops; beaver workmen are building a dam. On the farther shore, Queenie shakes herself and trembles. My friend shivers, too: not with cold but enthusiasm. One of her hat’s ragged roses sheds a petal as she lifts her head and inhales the pine-heavy air. ‘We’re almost there; can you smell it, Buddy?’ she says, as though we were approaching an ocean.

And, indeed, it is a kind of ocean. Scented acres of holiday trees, prickly-leafed holly. Red berries shiny as Chinese bells: black crows swoop upon them screaming. Having stuffed our burlap sacks with enough greenery and crimson to garland a dozen windows, we set about choosing a tree. ‘It should be,’ muses my friend, ‘twice as tall as a boy. So a boy can’t steal the star.’ The one we pick is twice as tall as me. A brave handsome brute that survives thirty hatchet strokes before it keels with a creaking, rending cry. Lugging it like a kill, we commence the long trek out. Every few yards we abandon the struggle, sit down and pant. But we have the strength of triumphant huntsmen; that and the tree’s virile, icy perfume revive us, goad us on. Many compliments accompany our sunset return along the red clay road to town; but my friend is sly and noncommittal when passers-by praise the treasure perched on our buggy: what a fine tree and where did it come from? ‘Yonderways,’ she murmurs vaguely. Once a car stops and the rich mill owner’s lazy wife leans out and whines: ‘Giveya two-bits cash for that ol tree.’ Ordinarily my friend is afraid of saying no; but on this occasion she promptly shakes her head: ‘We wouldn’t take a dollar.’ The mill owner’s wife persists. ‘A dollar, my foot! Fifty cents. That’s my last offer. Goodness, woman, you can get another one.’ In answer, my friend gently reflects: ‘I doubt it. There’s never two of anything.’

Home: Queenie slumps by the fire and sleeps till tomorrow, snoring loud as a human.

Posted: November 29th, 2013
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German!

I’m moving house for the second time in a week exactly. And after that I’m not moving for a while (fingers crossed). While moving twice in quick succession is stressful, I’ve taken advantage of the time packing to have a really good clear-out. So – bit of a longshot, but I thought I’d post these pretty niche (and nice) books up here in case anyone fancies them for cheaps. They’re all from my time studying German. Normal service to resume after this post.

If you’re interested in any of these books, please just drop me a line on email katie@katierose.co.uk

Essentials of Modern German Grammar, J.A. Corbett
An Information to Transformational Grammars, Bach
Deutsch als Fremdsprache, Bach
German Language & Literature: Seven Essays, Weimar

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Kabale und Liebe, Schiller
Das Urteil, Kafka
Paul Klee
Die Teuflin, Weldon

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Checkpoint Charlie and the Wall, Sikorski/Laabs
Erfundene Wahrheit. Deutsche Geschichten.
The Ghosts of Berlin, Ladd

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Der Zauberberg, Mann
Das Schloß, Kafka
(particularly useful if Stephanie Bird is still running the same 4th year UCL Literature class that I took)

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Posted: July 25th, 2013
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Sunday morning

Today is dedicated to life admin – putting some old uni books on Amazon, cleaning up my desktop, household chores and so on. To start the day I’ve been cleaning out my inbox and came across some interesting reads and offers.

Currently reading:

In Pictures – Frida Kahlo’s Wardrobe on AnOther – a look back at Frida Kahlo’s life and style as the Frida Kahlo Museum (Casa de Azul, her former home) hosts the exhibition Appearances can be deceiving: Frida Kahlo’s Wardrobe.

17-71: The make-up swap – a 17 year old Scarlett and a 71 year old Scarlett publish the results of swapping make-up bags for a week.

A tour of Brooklyn in the footsteps of Lena Dunham’s Girls – The Guardian’s Rebecca Nicholson sees what Brooklyn has to offer.

Fashion Abecedaire – one of my absolute favourite blogs. Sometimes I go weeks without having a moment to read everything I want to and then I find I have a whole host of things to catch up on. Reading through FA’s posts one after the other is a joy.

Currently shopping:

The amazing Mimi Holliday sale on Cocosa

Valentine’s Lingerie on Vogue.co.uk

Disclaimer: I’m not really one for the whole Valentine’s day charade but I figure a girl should always have good lingerie..

Must-reads

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I’ve got two great features online at the minute.

The first is about an intimate cocktail event at H. Huntsman & Sons on LibertyLondonGirl.com

and the second is an interview with artist Matthias Olmeta ahead of his exhibition at Agnes B in Spitalfields on Dazed Digital

You’d be crazy not to go check them out.

P.S. I just adore this piece by Olmeta. Seriously – it’s my birthday coming up …