Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Published in 1958
Young, free-spirited and beautiful Holly Golightly, immortalized by Audrey Hepburn, clad in a little black dress and dark glasses, in a 1961 film of the same title, is just it – restless, finding a place she can call home, like Tiffany’s. She is a highly publicized it-girl in upper New York who lives in a brownstone apartment with her no-name cat. According to her, she did not named the cat because they are both independent of each other, that is, they do not belong to each other. They don’t possess each other. When Holly breaks her bail condition and decides to go to Brazil, she leaves the cat in “a street in Spanish Harlem. A savage, a garish, a moody neighbourhood[sic]….” After a while she feels guilty and realizes that the cat belongs to her and comes back after it but was unable to find it. The novel is a first person narrative with ‘Fred’ as the narrator, who lives above Holly’s apartment, befriends her and falling a little in love with her. He tells the story of how he met her, their time together and consequently her escape to Brazil.
Holly is, as most of us, craves for something more in her life. Although married with a faithful albeit older husband, she tossed her simple, country life in exchange of the more glamorous New York life. And that ‘something more’ she finds in Tiffany’s. There are a lot of Holly’s in this world – restless, dissatisfied, craving. But those Holly’s are looking so far away, when, in fact, what they really want is just beside them. Sometimes, I feel like shouting at these Holly’s to get a grip of themselves. But really, I have no right to judge how others want to live their lives just as they have no right to judge me. We live our lives as we see fit. We can only hope we will arrived somewhere where we belong.
At the end, we learned that Holly is in Africa. It seems that she had arrived somewhere to where she belonged. Or so it seemed.