Breakfast for champions

8 02 2010

Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote

Holly Golightly, glittering socialite traveller, generally upwards, sometimes sideways and once in a while down. She’s up all night drinking cocktails and breaking hearts. She’s a shoplifter, a delight, a drifter, a tease. She hasn’t got a past. She doesn’t want to belong to anything or anyone. Not to ‘Rusty’ Trawler, the blue-chinned, cuff-shooting millionaire man about women about town. Not to Salvatore ‘Sally’ Tomato, the Mafia sugar-daddy doing life in Sing Sing. Not to a starving writer. Not even to her one-eyed rag-bag pirate of a cat. One day Holly might find somewhere she belongs. Until then she’s travelling.

The blurb really doesn’t do it justice. It’s a terrific, but arguably slight, tale which nevertheless impresses with its energy and style. The darker elements of the story have been pushed aside I guess by the images associated with the much fluffier film. Still, great stuff and a real pleasure to read.

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