Page 64-67. Breakfast at Tiffany’s by: Truman CapoteAmidst the rambling on of her monologue about children and marriage: “José had never suggested marriage. She admitted it.” Yet she goes on about details of exactly what their kids would look like!
We find out about her pregnancy with an obvious calm in her attitude. “I don’t see why that should surprise you.” But these news include a double surprise:
1. The pregnancy.
2. Her soothing reaction.
We begin to understand Holly’s principles & values. For what is important to somebody “just doesn’t count” for her. When she so naturally explains her logic we can’t help but wonder if we should adjust ours. Coherent honesty is of the upmost priority for her & her persona quickly makes sense. For among her fabricated lies their is her own truth.
She cares passionately about love & romance & we understand her trauma with being lonely. Her need for active socialisation. & then her delusional idealisation of humans is evident. With small details putting her off in such way.
It is clear she is a hopeless victim of romance in media products.
& once again, for a brief second, when we think she is only superficial we hear something deep in love & logic. “Love should be allowed.” She cares not about gender. It makes you wonder why we have so much repression & violence. Maybe if we all had her ideals we would be in a wonderful Hollytopia.
& in an instant she’s back to her shallow ways. Yet we can easily tell she is trying to ignore her problems with minute actions.
Then she goes back to her explanations of right & wrong. & they are so deep or so twisted that they make perfect sense somehow.
Closer to the end of this extract, we can see Capote’s affection & closeness to Holly. We understand how he loves her. & when he shares a few details of a regular day in the life of this friendship, we envy it. We wanna be in New York with somebody we are that close to.
I love the way she sees the world. The little dreams she dreams in order to be happy, to feel simpler. & how important it is for her to belong, to something, to someone… Maybe because of the lack of feeling like she belongs. & I love her love for New York; summed up in lights & the river.
& it simply would not be Capote if he didn’t end this chapter with a perfect comparison of something so common as leaves & something so abstract as a memory.