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Ficción y Realidad en la obra de Truman Capole
aroma de Nueva York, citará la amistad,etc... En definitiva, una mezcla de
toda su carga autobiográfica como punto y aparte del presente análisis
“Those final weeks, spanning end of summer and the
beginning of autumn, are blurred in memor>’, perhaps
because our understanding of each other had reached that
sweet depth where two people communicate more often in
silence titan in words: an affectionate quietness replaces tite
tensions, the unrelaxed chatter and chasing about that
produce a friendship’s more showy, more, in the surface
sense, dramatic moments. Frequentí>’, when he was out of
town (1‘d developed hostile attitudes toward him, and
seldom used his name) we spent entire evenings together
during we exehanged less than a hundred words; once, we
walked aB the way to Chinatown, ate a chow-mein supper,
bought some paper lanterns and stole a box ofjoss sticks,
then moseyed across the Brooklyn Bridge, and on the
bridge, as we watched seaward-moving ships pass between
the cliffs of burning skyline, she said: “Years from now,
years and years, one of those ships will bring me back, me
and my nine Brazilian brats. Because, yes, they must see
this, these lights, the river- 1 love New York, even though it
¡sn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or
a iteuse, sometiting, anyway, that belongs to me hecause 1
belong to it.” And 1 said “Do shut up,” for 1 felt infuriatingí>’
left out- a tugboat in dry-dock while she, glittery voyager of
secure destination, steamed down the harbour with whistles
whistling and confetti in the air.
So the days, the last days, blow about in memory,
hazy, autumnal, ah alike as leaves: until a day unlike any
other I’ve lived” (Capote 1958:84-85)
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