I’d never read the novella, “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”, so I thought I should rectify the situation. After reading it, I was sitting there in my reading chair completely mystified that Holly Golightly should have become such an icon, one of America’s Sweethearts.
Fortunately, a phone call to a friend who is a massive Audrey Hepburn fan – who isn’t, despite what the evidence would suggest, actually gay – settled the conundrum. He confirmed my supposition was correct and that the movie is not a particularly accurate rendition of the novella.
Not a bad little story and Capote is a very technically skilled writer, (if no patch on Tanith Lee), but I have to say that her fascination was completely lost on me. Nothing against psychotic, sexually available women, but I generally prefer them to be rather less cold and mercenary.