I truly enjoyed reading “Breakfast, at Tiffany’s”. The book was funny and intriguing at the same time. You just can’t help feeling truly sorry for Holly while reading the book.
From page one, you just know that the story is not going to end with a “and they lived happily ever after” but still, the character of Holly is depicted so mysteriously that you just have to know more. Just like a detective story, first the mystery is introduced and then the unravelling of said mystery. In “Breakfast, at Tiffany’s” this mystery takes form in the character of Holly Golightly; a young good-hearted, but strange, glamour girl with a strong desire for freedom. And although it is a relatively short story with a number of 100 pages, the story-line is packed with emotions and events that keep you wanting to learn more, yearning for the puzzle, named Holly, to be untangled faster.
“There were moments when she played songs that made you wonder where she learned them, where indeed she came from. Harsh-tender wandering tunes with words that smacked of piney-woods or prairie (p21)”.
Although, Holly initially appears to be a shallow glamour girl who is full with deluded ideas of reality, a view that might be created by our male narrator, she appears to have a deep insight in everything but herself and hold some strong convictions.
I especially like her ideas of travel and finding the right place, although I don’t share her opinion about Tiffany’s as a utopian world at all.
“I’ll never get used to things. Anybody that does, they might as well be dead (p22).”
I mean; just imagen her apartment basing your thoughts on this quote:
“The room in which we stood (we were standing because there was nothing to sit on) seemed as though it were being just moved into; you expected to small wet paint. Suitcases and unpacked crates were the only furniture. Crates served as tables. One supporting the mixings of a martini; another a lamp, a Libertyphone, Holly’s red cat, an a bowl of yellow roses. Bookcases, covering one wall, boasted a half-shelf of literature. O warmed to the room at once, I liked its fly-by-night look (p31).”
Holly’s is doubtlessly an amiable character from the readers point of view, but I can imagine her surroundings not being put up with our dear Holly. In the eyes of the narrator she seems loved, but Holly knows better when she says that she is alone and has no real friends, a sentiment that finds its prove when she is in trouble.
By the end of the book, she is in jail and al her former “friends” deny of ever having known her. Even José, the Brazilian diplomat, with who she was going to move to Brazil leaves her. Holly is truly alone and can only count on the aid of our nameless narrator and Joe Bell the owner of their regular bar.
In the end Holly skips bail and leaves for Brazil never to be heard from again and although I am quite a sucker for happy ends I have to admit, in this story-line it somehow fits, it is absolutely brilliant.
The movie adaptation, however, is quite different. The depiction of Holly is not as deep and the story-line changed quite a bit. Instead of seeing the story unfold from the perspective of “Fred” with a not so happy ending, the setting is more romantic and the couple ends up together after a heartfelt and confronting speech from Paul Varjak (yes, our narrator finally gets a name).
So all by all, I would describe “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” as a must read, worth of being on the bookshelf of every reader.