(I was trying to get some writing done, and instead this conversation between Holly and Paul came to mind. Sidetracked. Blog post. This counts as writing, right?)
Holly Golightly: What do you do, anyway?
Paul Varjak: I'm a writer, I guess.
Holly Golightly: You guess? Don't you know?
Paul Varjak: OK, positive statement. Ringing affirmative. I'm a writer.
Holly Golightly: The only writer I've ever been out with is Benny Shacklett. He's written
an awful lot of television stuff, but quel rat. Tell me, are you a real writer? I mean, does
anybody buy what you write or publish it or anything?
Paul Varjak: They bought what's in that box.
Holly Golightly: Yours?
Paul Varjak: Mm hmm.
Holly Golightly: All these books? Paul Varjak: There's just one book, 12 copies of it.
Holly Golightly: "Nine Lives, by Paul Varjak." They're stories.
Paul Varjak: Mm hmm. Nine of them. Holly Golightly: Tell me one.
Paul Varjak: They're not the kind of stories you can really tell.
Holly Golightly: Too dirty?
Paul Varjak: Yeah, I suppose they're dirty, too, but only incidentally. Mainly they're angry, sensitive, intensely felt, and that dirtiest of all dirty words - promising. Or so said The Times Book Review, October 1, 1956.
Breakfast at Tiffany's used to be one of my favorite movies, but I can't pinpoint exactly why.
My relationship with the film is strange now, however, as one of my exes for some reason used to throw the
character of Holly Golightly back in my face constantly.
"You want your life to be just like Breakfast at Tiffany's." He'd say, nearly 50% of the times we fought.Which makes even less sense to me now than it did then. Holly Golightly and Paul Varjak were both prostitutes. She was always throwing big parties and going out nights, but ultimately she was trying to marry for money and be taken care of. None of this comes close to describing me.
If I had to be one of them, I'd probably be Paul Varjak anyway. At least he was a writer...I guess :) And he just kind of exists and lets things happen to him, rather than shaking things up like Holly does. That seems a little more my speed.
I watched the movie the other day for the first time in years, and I still can't make the connection that he saw. Out of all the chick flicks I had subjected him to, he thinks Holly Golightly was the character I wanted to be? I mean, granted, he was off-base with much of the things he had to say about me. But this one baffles me to this day.
The only thing I can really relate to that Holly says?
Holly Golightly: Poor cat! Poor slob! Poor slob without a name! The way I see it I haven't got the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other. We just took up one day by the river. I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is but I know what it is like. It's like Tiffany's.
(And that was why I named my poor old white car Cat.)