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This year I’m participating in several reading challenges, and this week’s Book Beginnings and Friday 56 is part of my Mount TBR Challenge. This year I’m making a conscious effort to tackle some of the books in my ever-growing TBR pile piles.
Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote has been on my TBR list for some time now, so it only makes sense to include it in the Mount TBR Reading Challenge I’m participating in this year.
I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods. . . The walls were stucco, and a color rather like tobacco-spit.
She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms, the dots of blue and gray and green like broken bits of sparkle. “He told you that,” she said in a small, shivering voice. “Oh, please. Where is he?” She ran past me into the hall. “Fred!” she called down the stairs. “Fred! Where are you, darling?”
Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s page 56
I struggled with not only reading Breakfast at Tiffany’s but with writing this review as well. A few weeks ago, I finally hunkered down and finished this novella. It clocks in at a mere 87 pages and for some reason, I stalled halfway through. I loved Capote’s descriptions however it wasn’t enough to keep me engaged. I found myself just plodding along and not actively engaged in the story. Every now and again there would be a sentence that would snap me back into the story.
Holly (Holiday) Golightly is the main protagonist who as we read discover that she is much more complex than what we see on the surface. She appears to be flighty and rather immature and to some degree she is, but what can one expect of a 19- or 20-year-old. She imposes on her neighbors in the early morning without consideration or forethought about how her imposition may affect them. The narrator is unnamed, so she decides to call him Fred because he reminds her of her brother. She doesn’t ask
There are several references in which the reader is led to believe that Holly is trying to find herself.
She has written on her mailbox:
Miss Holiday Golightly, Traveling
Doc Golightly tells the narrator that he believes it was all the magazines she was reading.
Reading dreams. That’s what started her walking down the road. Everyday she’d walk a little further: . . .One day she just kept on.
Holly refuses to give her cat a name because
I haven’t any right to give him one: hell have to wait until he belongs to somebody. . . I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together. I’m not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it’s like.
On the surface, Capote’s Breakfast at Tiffany’s is a fairly simple; but it much more complex than first glance. The cast of characters is small and yet they are all in search of something or someone.
Something we’re all in search of. . .