December of 1978.
A day or two before Christmas break, my 9th grade English class took a field trip to see Truman Capote read 'A Christmas Memory' at The Springer Opera House in Columbus, GA.
He was very drunk. For the first few minutes, he mumbled so incoherently that it was nearly impossible to understand a single word that was spoken.
Everyone in attendance just sort of looked around at each other in total bewilderment at the train wreck we were witnessing.
Then all of a sudden, Capote's demeanor completely changed. He was suddenly clear-minded and vibrantly lucent, awakened from his intoxicated haze.
His words became clear, and he read them with great enthusiasm. The remainder of the reading was absolutely brilliant, and thoroughly entertaining.
A Christmas memory I'll never forget.
A day or two before Christmas break, my 9th grade English class took a field trip to see Truman Capote read 'A Christmas Memory' at The Springer Opera House in Columbus, GA.
He was very drunk. For the first few minutes, he mumbled so incoherently that it was nearly impossible to understand a single word that was spoken.
Everyone in attendance just sort of looked around at each other in total bewilderment at the train wreck we were witnessing.
Then all of a sudden, Capote's demeanor completely changed. He was suddenly clear-minded and vibrantly lucent, awakened from his intoxicated haze.
His words became clear, and he read them with great enthusiasm. The remainder of the reading was absolutely brilliant, and thoroughly entertaining.
A Christmas memory I'll never forget.
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