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Ficción y Realidad en <strong>la</strong> obra <strong>de</strong> Truman Capote<br />

<strong>la</strong> siguiente casa que Mar>’ <strong>de</strong>be limpiar. Esta casa según se aprecia <strong>de</strong>s<strong>de</strong><br />

un primer momento es diferente. Esta casa sí tiene elementos culturales y<br />

eso le gusta a Capote y, a<strong>de</strong>más, estos se encuentran en gran<strong>de</strong>s<br />

cantida<strong>de</strong>s. A<strong>de</strong>más, por lo que se nos cuenta en el re<strong>la</strong>to <strong>la</strong> casa pertenece<br />

a una chica <strong>la</strong> cual trabaja <strong>de</strong> editora en una revista. De hecho Mar>’ le<br />

enseña a Capote un par <strong>de</strong> poemas que se supone han sido escritos por <strong>la</strong><br />

propietaria <strong>de</strong> <strong>la</strong> casa, cuyo nombre es Miss Edith Smith Shaw: uno <strong>de</strong><br />

esos poemas es sobre Greta Garbo y otro sobre Sylvia P<strong>la</strong>th. Mar>’<br />

Sánchez le insiste a Capote en <strong>la</strong> droga y es ahora cuando conocemos el<br />

verda<strong>de</strong>ro motivo para su primera negativa ante el ofrecimiento <strong>de</strong> <strong>la</strong><br />

mujer:<br />

Mar>’: “You Sure you don’t want to try a couple of<br />

tokes? You’re missing something.<br />

Capote: You twisted my arm.<br />

(Man and bo>’, I’ve dragged some powerfúl grass,<br />

never enough to have acquired a habit, but Long enough to<br />

judge quality and know the difference between ordinar>’<br />

Mexican weed and luxurious contraband like Thai-sticks<br />

and the supreme Maui-Wowee. But afier smoking the<br />

whole of one of Mary’s roaches and while halfway through<br />

another, 1 felt as though seized by a <strong>de</strong>licious <strong>de</strong>mon,<br />

embraced by a mad marvellous merriment: the <strong>de</strong>mon<br />

tickled my toes, scratched my itchy head, kissed me hotly<br />

with his red sugar>’ lips, shoved his fier>’ tongue down my<br />

throat. Everything sparkled, my eyes were like zoom lenses,<br />

1 could read the titíes of books on the highest shelves: the<br />

Neurotic Personality of other time by Karen Horney, Eimi<br />

by e.e. cummings, Four Quarters, The Collected Poems by<br />

Robert Frost).<br />

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