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Capote: THE COLLECTED STORIES OF TRUMAN CAPOTE

The Walls Are Cold

(1943)

“. . . so Grant just said to them come on along to a wonderful party, and, well it was as easy as that. Really, I think it was just genius to pick them up, God only knows they might resurrect us from the grave.” The girl who was talking tapped her cigarette ash on the Persian throw rug and looked apologetically at her hostess.

The hostess straightened her trim, black dress and pursed her lips nervously. She was very young and small and perfect. Her face was pale and framed with sleek black hair, and her lipstick was a trifle too dark. It was after two and she was tired and wished they would all go, but it was no small task to rid yourself of some thirty people, particularly when the majority were full of her fathers scotch. The elevator man had been up twice to complain about the noise; so she gave him a highball, which is all he is after anyway. And now the sailors . . . oh, the hell with it.

“Its all right, Mildred, really. What are a few sailors more or less? God, I hope they dont break anything. Would you go back in the kitchen and see about ice, please? Ill see what I can do with your new-found friends.”

“Really, darling, I dont think its at all necessary. From what I understand, they acclimate themselves very easily.”

The hostess went toward her sudden guests. They were knotted together in one corner of the drawing-room, just staring and not looking very much at home.

The best looking of the sextet turned his cap nervously and said, “We didnt know it was any kind of party like this, Miss. I mean, you dont want us, do you?”

“Of course youre welcome. What on earth would you be doing here if I didnt want you?”

The sailor was embarrassed.

“That girl, that Mildred and her friend just picked us up in some bar or other and we didnt have any idea we was comin to no house like this.”

“How ridiculous, how utterly ridiculous,” the hostess said. “You are from the South, arent you?”

He tucked his cap under his arm and looked more at ease. “Im from Mississippi. Dont suppose youve ever been there, have you, Miss?”

She looked away toward the window and ran her tongue across her lips. She was tired of this, terribly tired of it. “Oh, yes,” she lied. “A beautiful state.”

He grinned. “You must be mixed up with some other place, Miss. There sures not a lot to catch the eye in Mississippi, cept maybe around Natchez way.”

“Of course, Natchez. I went to school with a girl from Natchez. Elizabeth Kimberly, do you know her?”

“No, cant say as I do.”

Suddenly she realized that she and the sailor were alone; all of his mates had wandered over to the piano where Les was playing Porter. Mildred was right about the acclimation.

“Come on,” she said, “Ill fix you a drink. They can shift for themselves. My names Louise, so please dont call me Miss.”

“My sisters names Louise, Im Jake.”

“Really, isnt that charming? I mean the coincidence.” She smoothed her hair and smiled with her too dark lips.

They went into the den and she knew the sailor was watching the way her dress swung around her hips. She stooped through the door behind the bar.

“Well,” she said, “what will it be? I forgot, we have scotch and rye and rum; how about a nice rum and coke?”

“If you say so,” he grinned, sliding his hand along the mirrored bars surface, “you know, I never saw a place like this before. Its something right out of a movie.”

She whirled ice swiftly around in a glass with a swizzle stick. “Ill take you on a forty-cent tour if you like. Its quite large, for an apartment, that is. We have a country house thats much, much bigger.”

That didnt sound right. It was too supercilious. She turned and put the bottle of rum back in its niche. She could see in the mirror that he was staring at her, perhaps through her.

“How old are you?” he asked.

She had to think for a minute, really think. She lied so constantly about her age she sometimes forgot the truth herself. What difference did it make whether he knew her real age or not? So she told him.

“Sixteen.”

“And never been kissed . . . ?”

She laughed, not at the cliché but her answer.

“Raped, you mean.”

She was facing him and saw that he was shocked and then amused and then something else.

“Oh, for Gods sake, dont look at me that way, Im not a bad girl.” He blushed and she climbed back through the door and took his hand. “Come on, Ill show you around.”

She led him down a long corridor intermittently lined with mirrors, and showed him room after room. He admired the soft, pastel rugs and the smooth blend of modernistic with period furniture.

“This is my room,” she said, holding the door open for him, “you mustnt mind the mess, it isnt all mine, most of the girls have been fixing in here.”

There was nothing for him to mind, the room was in perfect order. The bed, the tables, the lamp were all white but the walls and the rug were a dark, cold green.

“Well, Jake . . . what do you think, suit me?”

“I never saw anything like it, my sister wouldnt believe me if I told her . . . but I dont like the walls, if youll pardon me for saying so . . . that green . . . they look so cold.”

She looked puzzled and not knowing quite why, she reached out her hand and touched the wall beside her dressing-table.

“Youre right, the walls I mean, they are cold.” She looked up at him and for a moment her face was molded in such an expression he was not quite sure whether she was going to laugh or cry.

“I didnt mean it that way. Hell, I dont rightly know what I mean!”

“Dont you, or are we just being euphemistic?” It drew a blank so she sat down on the side of her white bed.

“Here,” she said, “sit down and have a cigarette, what ever happened to your drink?”

He sat down beside her. “I left it out in the bar. It sure seems quiet back here after all that racket in front.”

“How long have you been in the navy?”

“Eight months.”

“Like it?”

“It isnt much concern whether you like it or not. . . . Ive seen a lot of places that I wouldnt otherwise.”

“Why did you enlist then?”

“Oh, I was going to be drafted and the navy seemed more to my likin.”

“Is it?”

“Well, I tell you, I dont take to this kind of life, I dont like other men bossin me around. Would you?”

She didnt answer but put a cigarette in her mouth instead. He held the match for her and she let her hand brush against his. His hand was trembling and the light was not very steady. She inhaled and said, “You want to kiss me, dont you?”

She watched him intently and saw the slow, red spread over his face.

“Why dont you?”

“Youre not that kind of girl. Id be scared to kiss a girl like you, sides, youre only making fun out of me.”

She laughed and blew the smoke in a cloud toward the ceiling. “Stop it, you sound like something out of a gaslight melodrama. What is ‘that kind of girl, anyway? Just an idea. Whether you kiss me or not isnt of the slightest importance. I could explain, but why bother? Youd probably end up thinking Im a nymphomaniac.”

“I dont even know what that is.”

“Hell, thats what I mean. Youre a man, a real man and Im so sick of these weak, effeminate boys like Les. I just wanted to know what it would be like, thats all.”

He bent over her. “Youre a funny kid,” he said, and she was in his arms. He kissed her and his hand slid down along her shoulder and pressed against her breast.

She twisted and gave him a violent shove and he went sprawling across the cold, green rug.

She got up and stood over him and they stared at each other. “You dirt,” she said. Then she slapped his bewildered face.

She opened the door, paused, and straightened her dress and went back to the party. He sat on the floor for a moment, then he got up and found his way to the foyer and then remembered that he had left his cap in the white room, but he didnt care, all he wanted was to get out of here.

The hostess looked inside the drawing-room and motioned for Mildred to come out.

“For Gods sake, Mildred, get these people out of here; those sailors, what do they think this is . . . the USO?”

“Whats the matter, was that guy bothering you?”

“No, no, hes just a small town moron whos never seen anything like this before and its gone to his head in a funny kind of way. Its just one awful bore and I have a headache. Will you get them out for me please . . . everybody?”

She nodded and the hostess turned back down the corridor and went into her mothers room. She lay down on the velvet chaise lounge and stared at the Picasso abstract. She picked up a tiny lace pillow and pushed it against her face as hard as she could. She was going to sleep here tonight, here where the walls were pale rose and warm.

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Himmelfarb, January 12, 2010 (view all comments by Himmelfarb)
I encountered the work of Truman Capote when I was 14 years old and from the first short story I read - "Miriam" - I was overwhelmed, moved to tears and hooked forever. Since then (more than 30 years ago) I've read everything he ever wrote and almost all of his work is great. But his stories stand out. You can reread and reread them forever and be still enthusiastic. His prose is of rare beauty and some of his stories are so sad I still cry my eyes out. Every year around Christmas time I read "A Christmas Memoir" and it still brings a lump to my throat. Not a year goes by that I'm not mourning the early loss of this writing genius. But as long as his writings are with us, he will not be forgotten and cherished forever!
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megcampbell3, March 7, 2007 (view all comments by megcampbell3)
I've read most of Truman Capote's works, so I was excited to find this collection of short stories, as short fiction has been my favorite form of writing to explore lately. The stories in this book appear in chronological order, and it's interesting to see how Capote's writing improved over the decades. There were a couple of early stories I struggled with, where the dense 15 page spaces felt like 30; but then there were the gems-- the stories that moved so quickly and said so much, so clearly. I've always felt that Capote was a genuine storyteller, and in this collection, the gems far outnumber the rocks.
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Product Details

ISBN:
9781400096916
Introduction:
Price, Reynolds
Publisher:
Vintage Books USA
Introduction by:
Price, Reynolds
Introduction:
Price, Reynolds
Author:
Capote, Truman
Author:
Truman Capote Introduction by Reynolds Price
Author:
Price, Reynolds
Subject:
Literary
Subject:
Short Stories (single author)
Subject:
Literature-A to Z
Copyright:
Edition Description:
Trade paper
Series:
Vintage International
Publication Date:
20050931
Binding:
TRADE PAPER
Grade Level:
General/trade
Language:
English
Pages:
320
Dimensions:
7.98x5.28x.76 in. .53 lbs.

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