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I love the movie, love the style, love the actress, love love love everything about Breakfast at Tiffany’s – but still I had never read the original namesake novel. I knew the story of Holly Golightly, or at least I thought I did, but after reading this novel I realized there was so much more to the story.
‘… the mean reds are horrible. You’re afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen, only you don’t know what it is.’
Everyone knows a girl like Holly. A girl who walks into a room and lights it up with her mere presence. A girl who has no real reason or validation to be so confident and assured, yet is the strongest woman in any group. She is coarse, she is uneducated, she curses like a sailor, her profession is not one most women chose for themselves – yet she is insanely likeable and enviable. And this is due entirely to how Capote portrays his heroine.
As Holly would say: Bon chers amis,
Good morning! Good afternoon! Good day! And welcome to the true story behind ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ and the domino effect the movie had on the modern woman by introducing a good girl yet still a prostitute to the big screen – or so the book jacket boasts.
“… There was always sex in Hollywood, but before ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s', only the bad girls were having it.”
