I always had a reluctance at reading old novels based on time periods before the 50s. World Wars, just seem too far away, yet breath-takingly close, to my time.
Well, too bad this novel just quite fit in that category. It took years for me to actually read it, which was week ago.
I must say, it's beautiful.
Not that I appreciated women like Holly, nor men like "Fred", Doc, or Jose, but Capote's words were intriguing. He's writting a fantasy if you ask me.
Holly is an ordinarily extraordinary women. Unique personality, commonly seen in any books about outstanding and glowing women. She's beautiful and amorous; she's a master at words.
I have to note that Capote was homosexual.
He. Was. Gay.
So it must be a, relatively, hard task for him to understand the love between a man and a woman, Fred and Holly.
Also I have to note that Fred was gay.
Yes he was, Capote had alluded this fact in the book, through the mouth of Holly.
Did Holly's existence suggest that Capote, as a gay man like Fred, had fallen in love with a woman?
Or was she only an illusion, or an observation, Capote had about hetero love?
Or, more absurd, that Capote was the magical Holly?
Or, maybe, it was just a beautiful but ordinary love story with innovative, philosophical thoughts.