Its New York in the 1940s, where the martinis flow from cocktail-hour to breakfast at Tiffanys. And nice girls dont, except, of course, Holly Golightly. Pursued by Mafia gangsters and playboy millionaires, Holly is a fragile eyeful of tawny hair and turned-up nose, a heart-breaker, a perplexer, a traveller, a tease. She is irrepressibly top banana in the shock department, and one of the shining flowers of American fiction.