Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote

Oh I’ve wanted to read this for a long, long time.  I saw the movie when I was about 14 years old and loved it – loved Audrey Hepburn,  loved Moon River.  Cried in my popcorn all the way through.

So here I am,  50+ years later finally reading the book.  I read In Cold Blood and very much enjoyed it,  also read some gossipy thing by Capote and his Christmas book.

At only 125 pages this is a novella really,   one of those in which every word counts.  More than a short story, but less than a full novel with a one-thread plot and great characters .  It’s like Daisy Miller by Henry James in several ways –  a flirtatious young woman alone in an exotic place where the 1st person protagonist watches her and reports.  There are a few more similarities,  but that’s enough – the stories are both exceptional,   but they’re basically quite different.

Holly Golightly lives in an apartment in New York and meets a neighbor who narrates the story.  It turns out that Holly is more than a bit flighty – I supposed she lives up to her name – and she’s involved in some illicit activities,  making money where she can,  and so on.   She’s come a long way from some tragic beginnings but will she find love and happiness doing what she’s doing?