Tender and bittersweet, these stories by Truman Capote, the author of Breakfast at Tiffany's,**
are a captivating tribute to the Christmas season
*'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."'

• Selected from across Truman Capote's writing life, these Christmas stories range from nostalgic, semi-autobiographical portraits of childhood to more unsettling tales of darkness beneath the festive glitter. In the Deep South of Capote's youth, a young boy, Buddy, and his beloved maiden 'aunt' Sook forage for pecans and whiskey to bake into fruitcakes, make kites - too broke to buy gifts - and rise before dawn to prepare feasts for a ragged assembly of guests; while in other stories, a lonely woman has a troubling encounter in wintry New York and an unlikely festive miracle, of sorts, occurs at a local drugstore.

  Brimming with feeling, these sparkling tales convey both the wonder and the chill of Christmas time.

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  Truman Capote was born in New Orleans in 1925. He is the author of many highly praised books, including A Tree of Night and Other Stories (1949), The Grass Harp (1951), Breakfast at Tiffany's (1958), In Cold Blood (1965), which immediately became the centre of a storm of controversy on its publication, Music for Chameleons (1980) and Answered Prayers (1986), all of which are published by Penguin. Truman Capote died in August 1984.

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  Tender and bittersweet, these stories by Truman Capote, the author of Breakfast at Tiffany's,**
  are a captivating tribute to the Christmas season
  *'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."'

• Selected from across Truman Capote's writing life, these Christmas stories range from nostalgic, semi-autobiographical portraits of childhood to more unsettling tales of darkness beneath the festive glitter. In the Deep South of Capote's youth, a young boy, Buddy, and his beloved maiden 'aunt' Sook forage for pecans and whiskey to bake into fruitcakes, make kites - too broke to buy gifts - and rise before dawn to prepare feasts for a ragged assembly of guests; while in other stories, a lonely woman has a troubling encounter in wintry New York and an unlikely festive miracle, of sorts, occurs at a local drugstore.

  Brimming with feeling, these sparkling tales convey both the wonder and the chill of Christmas time.