that Capote boy...

So about two years ago i went LOCO about Truman Capote!

I can't explain it, nor do i know why, but i just randomly wikopedia'd him one day...one thing led to another... and before i knew it HOURS had passed and i am now, practically a Capote scholar (I have also done this about Hemingway, Fitzgerald and other random authors that interest me... it's like a random hobby?)

Anyways Capote was an interesting fella...You don't know? well allow me to provide visuals

EXHIBIT A:

(Kind of reminds me of Darth Vader sans crazy breathing mask... ya feel me?)

EXHIBIT B:

(This was a picture of him that was VERY controversial back in the day.)

He just seems a bit socially awkward to me in the pic below : But then again wouldn't we all look somewhat awkward in Marilyn's presence?

My all time favorite pic of him, check out the leg...so weird! :

BUT ONE HECK OF A WRITER! (did you know that he and Harper Lee-author of To Kill a Mockingbird were good friends? believe it!) anyways during the Capote stalker phase, as i like to refer to it, I read his novella Breakfast at Tiffany's. Did you know that dear old Truman wrote that book?

There's the proof. Well i found my research to be quite shocking. i had NO IDEA, therefore I HAD to read the book! and let me say that the book is FAR BETTER than the movie. Don't get me wrong LOVE Audrey and, of course, her style but the woman in the book was a little crazier than her... so of course- i can relate ;)

Here is my all time favorite quote:

"It's like Tiffany's," she said. "Not that I give a hoot about jewelry. Diamonds, yes...but that's not why I'm mad about Tiffany's. Listen. You know those days when you've got the mad reds?"

"Same as the blues?"

"No," she said slowly. "No, the blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're sad, that's all. But the mad reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen, only you don't know what it is. You've had that feeling?"

"Quite often. Some people call it angst."

"All right. Angst. But what do you do about it?"

"Well, a drink helps."

"I've tried that. I've tried aspirin, too. Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle. What I've found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany's. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there..."

I LOVE THAT QUOTE! why? you ask? NOT because i have tried pot or even endorse it BUT BECAUSE that is EXACTLY how i feel about bookstores!

Not all of them, but most.

This week when i was feeling a but mental (hormones) I took some time off and went to Davis Kidd bookstore and INSTANTLY it was like i could get out of my head and just enjoy. Escape.

Something about being surrounded by millions of books, going through them, looking at all the different covers does me a quite bit of good. I can be there for hours.

I can't explain it.

Maybe it's b/c i love literature or because I'm a huge nerd-who knows but I feel as if that quote adequately explains the fetish.

SIDENOTE:

In Indonesia- in all the bookstores we went to- they put plastic wrap around the books to keep freaks like me away... i wonder how i will survive the "mad red's" then...

ah well, we will figure it out when the time comes, until then... I've got my place...

doesn't that look so inviting?!

here's to hoping you find yours!