You rarely have the opportunity to read a book that seduces and makes you laugh from first pages. ''Breakfast on Pluto'' is undoubtedly such a book. It breaks the taboos of sexual identity, showing a transvestite living in the late 60's and 70's in Ireland. This is a time of prejudice by the British against the Irish and intolerance to any deflections, let alone transvestites. Unfortunately, not everyone was lucky to be born men and feel manly.
Patrick 'Kitty' Brady represents this colorful personality. The story of this intriguing man is presented in 36 chapters of his life, from his mother's abandonment at the threshold of the church, to finding her, which turns out to be quite ambiguous.
However, don't be discouraged by the lack of a happy ending. It escapes our attention, because the entire plot is bursting at the seams with absurd situations. Even in the tragic moments when the reader begins to haunt the pessimistic thoughts of reality, there is some crazy, unpredictable situation.
But that is really the end of positive feelings I have about the book. For me, the world described is a drug dope, and this book is just a joint. The main character is so unreal, despite being put in much real world that we feel the joy in his sadness, the smile in crying, the dignity in humiliation. We melt with him in the midst of the sugary simplicity of the gray, brutal world. Thus, rejecting all conventions and Puritan habits completely voluntarily. In the end, 'Kitty' sleeps on wipers and forever remain only a kitty. Yes, fed, but unfortunately rather unloved. Somewhat lost in a world where even Pluto has already lost its planet status.