I'm really excited to start the year (perhaps moving into our sixth year of doing this??? Michael, can you remember?) with one of the titles gleaned from Michael's poll results. It was a fantastic idea that Michael had to allow interested readers to make suggestions for our book/movie postings; and then for everyone to vote on them. One of the winning titles, this one, I haven't read/watched for over a decade. It's been cool to re-visit.
For those that are new to our monthly series, this is when Michael reviews a film adapted from a book which gets a review here.
Click here for Michael's film review of Breakfast at Tiffany's
at It Rains... You Get Wet
I’d
be remiss to not mention that this can be a difficult read due to the
racist attitudes of many of the characters. A lot of slurs are bandied
about - in addition to a questionable decision on the author’s part -
which makes this a very
white-centered NYC story. (And I’d love the chance to ask Capote about
Holly’s assessment of gay women. I'd like to know what inspired him to make that choice.)
Now about that movie... Don't forget to check out Michael's post.
From an indeterminate
point in the future, the
narrator in Breakfast at Tiffany's recounts his friendship with Miss Holiday Golightly, Travelling. We know at the outset that he hasn’t seen her in
the intervening years. He even mentions he never thought to write about
her until an acquaintance
calls him up to see a remarkable photograph of a piece of artwork
resembling Holly. Both men, in remembering Holly, exhibit the melancholia that
pervades this novella. Even in scenes when Holly and the narrator are
pulling larks in their neighborhood, having
drinks, and shooting the shit there is an ever present sense of sadness. The narrator, who is never named, meets Holly after moving into a
room in the same boarding house. Holly keeps forgetting her key and ringing
his bell. They don't actually meet until a night hiding in his apartment from a john (windows make such handy exits) but then she stops ringing his bell. After writing a polite note to her the next week, she invites him to a party.
It
feels melodramatic to describe the narrator as obsessed with Holly but
it’s difficult to find another word for it. He’s one of those people
that is never quite comfortable being friends on the terms that are
offered. Holly is described multiple
times as ‘a fake but a real one’ which mostly seems like a superficial
alternative to noticing that Holly wasn’t given the life she wanted so
she’s attempting to take it. The narrator is relentless in trying to get at
what he thinks is real about her and almost equally relentless
at rejecting what he sees as fake. (Or, at the very least, judging it.)
Breakfast at Tiffany's
is an interestingly crafted book as the reader is never outside of the
narrator’s very strong view of things yet it’s still easiest to know
more about Holly than him. I get Holly. I get her fears, insecurities,
ambitions, and frustrations.
I get her charm, guardedness and managing nature. I don’t get very much about the
narrator. It’s possible that’s a pretty personal reading of it, though.
I’m not a call girl living in 1940s New York but I get the
challenges that were present for women flying solo
in that time period. The narrator, despite only hinting at his non-Holly
life, seems to have one; but readers only see him through the lens of
his obsession with Holly. For me, that’s a limiting view of a character.
(For a counterpoint, see this article
by someone who connected deeply with the narrator. I was struck particularly by this line: "Capote doesn't claim his alter ego's sexual identity, but it's clear that Tru [narrator] is gay from his infatuation with Holly." It was illuminating for me to read that as it's a perceptiveness that my experience has not yet brought to me.)
The
narrator and Holly have a lot of good times together (and some full-on
quarrels, as well) but a sense of menace is never far below the surface.
It’s not just the narrator’s structure that makes it feel like an
hourglass is running down
for Holly. It’s the edge she’s always pushing to get the life she’s
decided is the one that will cure the 'mean reds.'
Now about that movie... Don't forget to check out Michael's post.
rating: 3 of 5 stars
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