The Joys Of Breakfast At Tiffany’s.

During my spring break, I finally accomplished reading Truman Capote’s novella, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I’ve wanted to read the novella for the longest time because of my love for everything Audrey Hepburn. Okay, I know I’ve said that fifty times on this blog, but I’m happy I did because it’s wonderfully vivid story about our favorite free-spirited socialite, Holly Golightly. In the book, she’s a blonde with the writer’s intention of the buxom Marilyn Monroe as the ideal model, but I can’t see anyone else play her than Audrey Hepburn. The mannerisms are entirely hers while I constantly hear Audrey’s voice throughout the novella.

In comparison with the movie, the movie’s structure follows the novella in a meticulous fashion even with exact dialogue and event structure. Some scenes were condensed like the protagonist’s initial meeting with Holly (they first met at night as Holly snuck in his apartment), but that’s perfectly acceptable considering time constraints. But again, the important scenes are intact:  Holly’s urge to steal, the return of Holly’s husband, her brother’s death through a message, Holly’s arrest, and releasing her cat into the streets. The interaction with the secondary characters (Jose da Silva Pereira, Mag Wildwood, Rusty Trawler, O.J. Berman) are expanded to some extent, but their characterizations are still underused and downplayed. Now, my favorite part is the ending: Holly does not end with the protagonist, instead she heads out to Brazil where she’s found another tangible place to rid her “mean reds.” I enjoyed this ending more than the film version because it doesn’t undermine the character’s main personality trait, her free spirit. the protagonist’s infatuation should have ended as a temporary feeling. Still, both versions are exceptionally well-done and I recommend reading the book with the film version’s soundtrack. Both versions of Breakfast at Tiffany’s are an utter delight.

Favorite Quote: “It’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.”


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