Penguin Classics, Truman Capote
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Mille Tendresses.

All my life I have been telling people that I would be a ‘writer’ when I grew up.

This golden career would be forged smoothly and decisively, I believed, as soon as I gathered enough life experience to write about. Unfortunately, this ‘gathering’ took a while, especially because valuable nights full of ‘experiences’ were lost from my memory due to my good friend alcohol. Naturally, this meant that I would have to start all over again.

So while my friends stuck with their university degrees or apprenticeships and begun to establish careers, I continued to throw caution to the wind with both hands. I jumped around from hospitality job to hospitality job, quitting one and beginning the next when I got bored. I went out every weekend, I bought new clothes, I shot off to Asia by myself for three months before decamping across the country to live on an island in the Whitsundays. While this may not have been the path to a worthwhile career, it was a lot of fun.

Until it wasn’t.

At some point I woke up and realised that I was 25 years old, earning minimum wage in a café job that I hated and doing absolutely nothing to change that fact. So I quit.

Now here I am, penniless, asset-less, barely educated and freewheeling down to 30. No food in the pantry, no fuel in the car, wrapped up in a woollen blanket as I write because I don’t have enough wood to light the fire. But at least I am writing.

So, to this blog. I was prepared, when I started this, to be writing into a void. I have read and been told by various sources that writing a blog is a thankless business to begin with, I understood that you might get no traffic to your blog for the first few months. Persistence is the key, blah blah blah. To this end, I actually have one (ahem, three) dead blogs over on BlogSpot, all with a scrappy few posts to their names and less than a handful of views between them. So when I started this one, I had no expectations.

How wrong I was.

Immediately on here, I felt welcomed into this blogging community. Almost before I could believe it, people were commenting and liking my stuff. It was amazing. Me? My stuff? I kept asking. And now another amazing (to me) milestone has been crossed, I have reached the golden 100 followers. To the more experienced bloggers out there, this milestone is probably but a distant memory on your blogging career. But, for a girl who expected maybe 10 views over the course of a month, this is intoxicating. Thankyou all for showing interest, you have no idea how much it means to me.

How am I going to link all this drivel to a book review, I hear you ask?

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Here goes. In my youth, I was Holly Golightly. Not as beautiful, not as thin, not as enticing to the gentlemen callers. But I lived like her, selfish, flighty, irresponsible and irrational, dedicating myself to having a good time no matter what the cost. Now, I am more like Breakfast At Tiffany’s nameless narrator, a struggling writer living life on the outside while desperately wanting to join in.

‘What do you do here all day?’

I motioned towards a table tall with books and paper. ‘Write things.’

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Breakfast At Tiffany’s is Truman Capote at his finest. He is incredible at character development, Holly Golightly is undoubtedly one of the most recognisable fictional characters in literature and on the screen. She is her own creation, her past and her history is nothing but a figment of her own imagination that she presents to others as reality.

‘You’re wrong. She is a phony. But on the other hand you’re right. She isn’t a phony because she’s a real phony. She believes all this crap she believes…You can beat your brains out for her, and she’ll hand you horseshit on a platter.’

This novella is our mystery narrator’s account of his time living in the apartment above Holly, a period during which he was swept completely into the confusion and madness of her life. Capote forces us along at a cracking pace, constantly introducing new conflicts and complications yet somehow managing to adequately convey one before moving onto the next. In the space of 100 pages our girl falls in and out of love, changing partners and hats with the same dizzying speed. She fights and makes up with our narrator, she works for a shady underworld character and throws parties rides horses destroys her apartment becomes pregnant gets arrested goes to jail flees the country…..

It’s almost too much to take.

This is an extravagant book, full of beauty and happiness and misery and love and loss and hope. Everyone who meets Holly can’t help but love her, even when this love is bound up with irritation and hate. As the story progresses she becomes more of a pitiful character, cracks begin to show in the polished perfection of her façade. There is a particularly melancholy scene towards the end when Holly abandons the cat who lives with her, symbolic of her much greater issues with abandonment and loss. She leaves the cat in an alleyway, believing resolutely that he was never hers to begin with. She realises too late:

‘Oh, Jesus God. We did belong to each other. He was mine…I’m very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what’s yours until you’ve thrown it away.’

This is a book that you can’t not read. It’s a classic for a reason, it demonstrates the depth of character that can be developed in such brief snatches of writing. Holly Golightly is anyone that has ever lived wholeheartedly for themselves, allowing no one in, constructing a glittering façade of perfection to conceal the human flaws beneath. As Holly says, mille tendresses.

But wait, there’s more.

If you buy the Penguin Classics copy of this beautiful book, (which I know you will), you will receive a lovely surprise. Not only does it contain Breakfast At Tiffany’s, but it also contains three of Capote’s outstanding short stories.

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The first, House of Flowers, paints the picture of a beautiful orphan, Otillie, who is raised in the mountains of Haiti by a ‘rough peasant family’. She is sent down to the township of Port-Au-Prince to sell a bag of grain, which she slowly disposes of on the way. With no grain to sell, and too scared to go home, she enters a brothel and becomes the most notorious femme fatale of the region. It sounds sordid, but this is a beautiful tale of Otillie falling in love and finding happiness. It contains the most glorious description of love:

You feel as though pepper has been sprinkled on your heart, as though tiny fish are swimming in your veins.

The second story, A Diamond Guitar, tells of an old, long-term prisoner on a prison farm, who becomes enchanted by a young new arrival. This delicate tale depicts the awakening of a man long dulled into submission by the monotony of prison life. It ends with their attempt at escape.

The third tale, A Christmas Memory, is told from a seven-year-olds point of view. He describes his friendship with his cousin, who is sixty-something. From the boy’s innocent descriptions, we can gather that the elderly cousin is a bit ‘simple’, much like a child herself. Their friendship is heart-warming and comforting to behold, until the harsh intrusions of the outside world sever their ties.

All this literary gold for the price of $10.00. This book is absolutely un-put-down-able, which is fine because you can read it in its entirety in one sitting.

‘But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.’ – Holly Golightly.

  IMG_4137Audrey Hepburn as Holly Golightly.

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9 Comments

  1. Okay, so my first thing is, how could someone not like and comment on your posts? They are really wonderful. I expect any day now for you to pop in and tell us that you’ve landed a wonderful gig writing, wave us goodbye, and there it is.
    Second, as someone who recently passed that magical 100, all I can say is, yay!

  2. Congratulations on reaching a fabulous milestone and well deserved it is too. Get ready to continue to see it climb, you have a wonderful blog and a delightful passion for those Penguin’s. Who knows, maybe it will turn into a Penguin itself one day. I can already imagine it. 🙂
    Bonne Continuation!

  3. The slow burn of blogging is true in my experience. Finding a balance between just enough and too much is tricky. Finding the right audience is even tougher. I don’t get lots of daily views even though I have plenty of Followers. But the ones that do view and comment keep me going. Most of them are accomplished bloggers in their own right and the fact that they take thew time to read me is a compliment I truly appreciate. You are extremely readable and you tackle works that are familiar enough to us in some ways but perhaps not with the insights you offer. I have never read Breakfast at Tiffany’s but I have watched the film many times. Just for the adorable Audrey. Now I want to read it. That’s why your blog works and attracts people. As to age, 30 is nothing. Many people I know didn’t start working until almost 30. They were permanently taking further education. For some it paid financially, for some it didn’t. it depends on your life goals. Most of us learn too late that our work and life ambitions don’t fit easily together. I was 54 when I worked that out and quit my job. You certainly have talent. It is often a matter of luck whether that converts into financial reward. I suspect that your 100 followers will translate into 200 or more pretty swiftly. Good luck!

    • Also Audrey is adorable in the movie, I agree. No one else could have possibly played Holly, and turned a clever fictional character into someone instantly recognizable. Might just have to watch the movie again tonight! I hope you enjoy the book 🙂

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