Monday Afternoon in Corporate Hell (Part 2)

With my third vinyl selection here in Corporate Hell today, I’m jumping genres once again but keeping with the spoken word theme I just started with the last record.  This time I’m opting to listen to an album from my small collection of cheesy Christmas records, ‘A Christmas Memory‘  by Truman Capote.



‘A Christmas Memory’ is a short story by one of America’s most famous novelist, screenwriter, playwright, and actors.

First of all, if you haven’t heard of Truman Capote before – shame on you!

Breakfast at Tiffany’s’  anyone?


Originally published in Mademoiselle magazine in December of 1956, it was reprinted in ‘The Selected Writings of Truman Capote’ in 1963.  It was issued in a stand-alone hardcover edition by Random House in 1966, and it has been published in many editions and anthologies since…this United Artists record issued in 1958 included.

The largely autobiographical story, which takes place in the 1930’s, describes a period in the lives of the seven-year-old narrator (Buddy) and an elderly woman who is his distant cousin and best friend.  The evocative narrative focuses on country life, friendship, and the joy of giving during the Christmas season, and it also gently yet poignantly touches on loneliness and loss.

And what’s the Christmas season without at least one  sad story?

Now a holiday classic, this story has been broadcast, recorded, filmed, and staged multiple times, in award-winning productions.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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