She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms, the dots of blue and gray like broken bits of sparkle
Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Truman Capote
Not great, but altogether none too shabby either.
I had originally intended to use Holly Golightly — Capote’s protagonist in B.a.T. — as a metaphor for Alise in my story of the same name.
But it had been such a long long time since I read Tiffany’s that I had completely forgotten the key aspects of the character. Holly and Alise couldn’t be more different. I think what I was doing was fixing the visual image of Hepburn from the movie with the character of Alise, and forgetting about the Libertine morals of Capote’s character.
If you read Alise with the image of Hepburn above (and in other places) in mind then you have a good idea of what Alise looks like in my Mind’s Eye.
In any case, it was good to read the story again, even if it did diminish from repetition in contrast to what truly great literature is supposed to do.