“Pay your rent, Miss Golightly!” The worst tenants in literature



Being a landlord can be a tough job sometimes. But things could be worse. You could have any one of these awful creations as tenants. Here is the definitive Top 5 absolute worst renters from the world of fiction.


Holly Golightly, 169 East 71st Street, New York City

Miss Holiday “Holly” Golightly, first imagined by Truman Capote in his timeless novel Breakfast at Tiffany’s and later immortalised by Audrey Hepburn in the film of the same name, has been described by critics as “one of the shining flowers of American fiction.” She is also a gigantic pain in the backside.

While Miss Golightly’s beauty and charm are without question, there is also the pesky fact that she rarely, if ever, pays her rent. This is a source of great consternation to her landlord, Mr Yunioshi (whose portrayal by Mickey Rooney we won’t get into at this time). Then there are those all-night parties, and the lovely lady’s tendency to wreck her apartment when in the throes of emotional turmoil. We’d recommend a hefty security deposit (and a prescription of lithium).


Jay Gatsby, West Egg, New York State

A walking, talking, galavanting personification of the American Dream, Jay “The Great” Gatsby is also a fraudster and a crook. While he paid for his mansion in the seaside town of West Egg, you can be sure that it was with ill-gotten gains. Throw in some romantic intrigue and the occasional death, and any landlord would be forgiven for rejecting Gatsby’s tenancy.


Minnie & Roman Castavet, The Bramford, New York City

While poor Rosemary Woodhouse struggles to bond with any of her neighbours in the novel Rosemary’s Baby, it’s really long-standing residents Minnie and Roman that landlords need to watch out for. They have the irritating habit of slipping drugs in desserts and embroiling new, unsuspecting tenants in Satanic schemes.


Kurt Barlow, The Marsten House, Brooks Road, Jerusalem’s Lot, Maine, USA

It’s a tale as old as time in the property world. Vampire moves into town. Vampire decimates population. House prices plummet. Still, if you’re handy with a crucifix, you could pick up a bargain in the wake of the destruction wrought in Stephen King’s second novel ‘Salem’s Lot. Maybe even flip a whole street and make a fortune. On reflection, we’ll call this one a plus.


Bluebeard, a château somewhere in France

All the local girls avoid Bluebeard, and so should property magnates. He might be rich, but just try getting the smell of dead wife out of the curtains.