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Boethius woodcut attributed to Holbein the Younger In a short lived relationship with some black workers from a pants factory he discovered that they were striving for the wrong things. Of course, my exile is voluntary. However, it is apparent that many of the Negroes wish to become active members of the American middle class. I can not imagine why. I must admit that this desire on their part leads me to question their value judgments. However, if they wish to join the bourgeoisie, it is really none of my business.

They may seal their own doom. You don't want to live next to him. You certainly don't want to be related to him. He is bombastically opinionated, gaseous, arrogant, and looks at the world through a Ignatius kaleidoscope that has little resemblance to real life.

For example after attempting to capture a stray cat on the street he is asked by his mother about some wounds on his hands. Had it not been for my superior brawn, she would have sacked my wagon. Finally she limped away from the fray, her glad rags askew. Every experience in his life is elevated to epic proportions.

Speaking of epic proportions. He is supported by his mother, with some supplementary income from his half-hearted attempts to find employment, and keep employment himself. He explains his failure to stay employed to his mother.

They fear me. I suspect that they can see that I am forced to function in a century which I loathe. She didn't see the changes in Ignatius that she expected for all that money spent.

The second time the joy was similar, but every reading experience of a book is different. I remembered more than I thought from the first reading, a tribute to Toole's ability to tell a memorable story or at least create a monolithic character, but there were things that I feel I missed the first time around or certainly did not pay proper attention to.

This book is funny. I snorted out loud. I found myself shaking my head, smiling, giggling, widening my eyes at the audacity of one Ignatius J.

John Kennedy Toole John Kennedy Toole had an unhappy life and took his own life, unfortunately, before Ignatius was ever realized by the reading public. He had no idea that his character would become a descriptive term that even people who have never read the book will use in conversation, in some cases, without knowing the origin.

The book is a bit fluffier than I remember, not a literary megalith, but certainly entertaining. If you decide to spend an afternoon with Ignatius you will laugh even if you don't want to, and as you turn the final pages you will wish that Toole had written just one more chapter or two.

View all 88 comments. There are a lot of ways to judge people, but I find that opinion of this book is one of the most accurate and efficient. With very few exceptions, I've found that how much I like someone is strongly correlated with how much they enjoy the book.

Is it their favorite book ever, omg? Well, they're probably either a best friend, a comrade whom I hold in worship-approximating esteem, or my cool cousin or uncle or something like that. Do they not "get" it or find it boring? You aren't my type, sorry. To me, this book is like the little yellow canary that you send down a mine shaft to know whether to run the other way or not. I re-read Confederacy piecemeal on my grinding morning commutes last fall.

If you've ever ridden the DC metro at am you know that the cars are full of serious, silent business people. So, when I couldn't keep myself from cracking up, I was very obviously that weird possibly-schizophrenic girl that every user of public transportation dreads. And really, who cares what those people think anyway -- I'm sure Ignatius would find their mere existence is an affront to theology and geometry. View all 30 comments. I hated this book. I almost gave up after the first 20 pages, but I decided to stick with it and give it a chance.

My first instinct was correct! The only thing that might have saved this for me was if the main character Ignatius faced a long, slow, painful death. There was absolutely nothing about him that I found redeeming or appealing.

Has there ever been a more annoying, obnoxious character in literature? If so, I don't want to know. I had heard that this was supposed to be an hilariou I hated this book. I had heard that this was supposed to be an hilarious book; I don't think I laughed once. I'm left to wonder if this book would have this much hype if it wasn't for the story of its author.

He killed himself; his mom found this manuscript and got someone to publish it. Then it won the Pulitzer. Truly, in the words of the great Dorothy Parker, this is not a book to be tossed aside lightly.

It should be thrown with great force. View all 42 comments. This is the book that almost broke my book club. It was published posthumously in , over a decade after Toole ended his own life by carbon monoxide poisoning. Despite having been earlier rejected by publishers, the book went on to win the Pulitzer Prize. A Confederacy of Dunces is a rambling, aimless, comedic novel centered on Ignatius J. Reilly, a buffoonish overweight man-child with poor This is the book that almost broke my book club.

Reilly, a buffoonish overweight man-child with poor fashion sense, worse social skills, and deplorable hygiene. Through pages — which is relatively long for a book in which nothing happens — we follow Ignatius through various minor misadventures: Ignatius goes to a bar; Ignatius gets a job at Levy Pants and attempts to unionize the factory; Ignatius sells hotdogs; Ignatius — in what passes for a large set piece — attempts to use a gay soiree as a political rally.

Comedy is all about personal, subjective reactions. Thus, any artistic medium that relies heavily on comedy is likely to engender varied responses. For my book club, at least, those responses were all passionate. It was my buddy Colin who picked the book. Rule 1 of Book Club — at least our book club — is that the person picking the book has to have read it before.

In his opening statement, Colin declared his undying love. A hilarious romp with an indelible central character. The salvos came fast and fierce. The group was roughly split on loving or hating the book, and responses lived at those two extremes. Colin was the chief defender. I was his chief inquisitor. No one at our meeting had an indifferent response. Eventually, the others got tired, their attention drawn by the frozen pizza and beer.

The debate came down to Colin and me battling away over the inherent worth of A Confederacy of Dunces while the others looked for a way to exit quietly. I hated it. Hate is a pretty strong word.

Perhaps a bit imprecise as well. Overall, I strongly disliked the book. But I hated everyone in it. And what is more, he thinks this idiot-filled world is in league against him. I took the title differently. His evident intelligence, his publishing failures, and his depression clearly combined to lead him to his unfortunate end.

Reading this book, I got the sense that Toole really thought himself a genius — one destined to be misunderstood. There is a strong disgust for humanity permeating every page. There is not a single likeable character. Toole appears to despise his own characters.

How could I feel otherwise? Ignatius is a tiresome, boorish person to follow. He is disruptive, dishonest, and frankly disgusting. His interactions with others are marked by a tendency towards sociopathy. He is written for laughs — or so I am told, by those who found him funny — but he is clearly suffering from undiagnosed mental illnesses.

The side characters are just as bad. To be fair, her correspondence with Ignatius is fairly hilarious. The owner of Levy Pants, Gus Levy, is dumb, indifferent, and put upon by his wife, a trite, do-it-yourself psychoanalyst. The one character with a semblance of actual rather than perceived aptitude is Burma Jones, a black porter at the club Night of Joy. Burma rises above the crowd with his ability — not to be taken lightly in this novel — to accurately observe life as it swirls around him.

He is, in other words, relatively sane. But even this character is marred by the black stereotypes and tropes he is forced to carry. Honestly, I sometimes enjoy trashing a book. Especially a trashy book that deserves it. For another, he was a man of obvious talent. A Confederacy of Dunces is a masterpiece in that it absolutely achieves — with great skill — exactly what it sets out to achieve.

I simply did not like it. After our book club disassembled, I didn't hear from Colin for awhile. Books are personal. Sharing them is a risk. Especially with our book club. I almost texted him to apologize. But his wife was also expecting a baby any day, so it occurred to me that he had other things on his mind.

Then, the other night, I was taking an evening stroll when I ran into him and his wife as they walked around, trying to jumpstart labor. I was going to ask them about baby-related stuff, but Colin cut me off immediately. It changed my life.

I didn't care for A Confederacy of Dunces. View all 12 comments. Authors who commit suicide find their Lovelybones-eye view from the afterlife brings them no comfort: David Foster Wallace : Oh my God - look at that dreadful biography of me John Kennedy Toole : Oh shut up you preening self-regarding self-annotating depressing pedant, what about ME?? My God, if I'd only persevered for another year or so, I'd have Authors who commit suicide find their Lovelybones-eye view from the afterlife brings them no comfort: David Foster Wallace : Oh my God - look at that dreadful biography of me My God, if I'd only persevered for another year or so, I'd have been rich!

Women would have wanted to sleep with me Look at those sales figures! I'm so miserable! If there was only a way to commit suicide again up here again B S Johnson : Put a sock in it - your situation is, admittedly, redolent of a sublime irony, but the afterlife of a real artist - me - not you, me - a real avant-gardist, a true believer - is wretched - look - hardly any of my God damned books are in print any more.

No one loves them, just the odd post-grad creep scribbling a note in the margins of something unreadable. Sylvia Plath : Bloody men! Up here! No escape! And look! They're giving Ted Hughes a plaque in Westminster Abbey! I thought the book was ok. One of my old boyfriends recommended it to me, and while I was reading it I told him what an asshole I thought Ignatius J.

Reilly was, and that I was sick of hearing about his valve. He got pissed off at me and told me that I didn't get it. He said Ignatius was a misunderstood genius stuck in a shitty town with no one who understood him.

To be honest, my eyes kind of glazed over and I don't remember the rest of his rant, but I finished the book anyway. I think the most I thought the book was ok. I think the most valuable thing I learned was to lie on my left side to fart. One time I saw this shitty band I don't remember their name open for the White Stripes, and they kept saying, "You guys don't get it. Some of you get it, but the rest of you just don't get it. View all 65 comments. Published through the efforts of writer Walker Percy who also contributed a foreword and Toole's mother, the book became first a cult classic, then a mainstream success; it earned Toole a posthumous Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in , and is now considered a canonical work of modern literature of A Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole A Confederacy of Dunces is a picaresque novel by American novelist John Kennedy Toole which reached publication in , eleven years after Toole's suicide.

Published through the efforts of writer Walker Percy who also contributed a foreword and Toole's mother, the book became first a cult classic, then a mainstream success; it earned Toole a posthumous Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in , and is now considered a canonical work of modern literature of the Southern United States. Toole wrote the novel in during his last few months in Puerto Rico. Ignatius Jacques Reilly is an overweight and unemployed thirty-year-old with a degree in Medieval History who still lives with his mother, Irene Reilly.

He lives in utter loathing of the world around him, which he feels has lost the values of geometry and theology. Affronted and outraged by Mancuso's unwarranted zeal and officious manner, Reilly protests his innocence to the crowd while denouncing the city's vices and the graft of the local police.

An elderly man, Claude Robichaux, takes Reilly's part, denouncing Officer Mancuso and the police as communiss. In the resulting uproar, Reilly and his embarrassed mother escape, taking refuge in a bar in case Officer Mancuso is still in hot pursuit.

In the bar, Mrs Reilly then drinks too much. As a result, she crashes her car. View all 22 comments. This was my second read of this unbelievable masterpiece from John Kennedy Toole who committed suicide 21 years before this book was rediscovered and published by his mother he was thus the only person to receive a posthumous Pulitzer in Ignatius P Reilly is so incredibly unforgettable.

I laughed from cover to cover. The parrot on his shoulder reminded me of the Mexico episode in Bellow's Augie March which I also loved and reviewed here.

There is never a dull moment here and the implic This was my second read of this unbelievable masterpiece from John Kennedy Toole who committed suicide 21 years before this book was rediscovered and published by his mother he was thus the only person to receive a posthumous Pulitzer in There is never a dull moment here and the implicit criticism of American consumerism was and remains revelatory and thought-provoking.

But what really clinches the book is Ignatius and his poor long-suffering, overbearing, manipulative, compulsively Catholic mother and his insane ex-girlfriend. Somewhere between Portnoy's Complaint and Don Quixote, this is a true modern masterpiece and well-worth the read.

Also, a good read now with Drumpf the tiny-handed Dunce in the White House. With a mustache and a hat with earmuffs, the resemblance with IP Reilly would be striking! View all 20 comments. Confederacy of Dunces is a masterpiece of satire and irony, a worthy recipient of the Pulitzer Prize for best novel.

It is funny, sometimes uproariously so, and I smiled and chuckled throughout. Or perhaps, the spark that drove him to so bitingly observe our culture and Confederacy of Dunces is a masterpiece of satire and irony, a worthy recipient of the Pulitzer Prize for best novel. Sei nuovo? Registrati o connettiti con il social che preferisci. Ripeti password. Per maggiori dettagli contattare il servizio clienti.

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