A Confederacy of Dunces
by John Kennedy Toole
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'When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him' - Jonathan Swift. A monument to sloth, rant and contempt, a behemoth of fat, flatulence and furious suspicion of anything modern - this is Ignatius J. Reilly of New Orleans, noble crusader against a world of dunces. In magnificent revolt against the twentieth century, Ignatius propels his monstrous bulk amongst the flesh-pots of a fallen city, documenting life on his Big Cief tablets as he goes - until his maroon-haired mother decrees that he must work.

Miss Piggott's Review

Miss PiggottMiss Piggott wrote a review
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Someone once said this book is like Marmite, either you love it or you hate it.
My experience with Ignatius and his story confirms what this wise person said: there is no way you can remain indifferent to this book. The (sad) matter is that many of the people who read it cannot appreciate it.
When I read this book, during a couple of summer nights, I even woke my mother up because I was laughing too loudly. Sad to see how most people cannot stand poor Ignatius and quit reading the book after few chapters, stating they hate him.
I read A Confederacy of dunces only once, in Italian, and although I have a copy in English I am postponing the reading of this amazing novel - that I simply adored from the very first lines - because I want it to be a completely new experience.
I will wait 'till I remember only bits and pieces of this book, then I'll read it as if it were the very first time. I hope it will be such a treat as it was years ago.
If it's not already clear how much I love this book, I'll have to make it clearer: this is the novel the man of my life cannot hate. If he hates Ignatius, he can't love me. (I'm kidding on this, but not too much!?)
Miss PiggottMiss Piggott wrote a review
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Someone once said this book is like Marmite, either you love it or you hate it.
My experience with Ignatius and his story confirms what this wise person said: there is no way you can remain indifferent to this book. The (sad) matter is that many of the people who read it cannot appreciate it.
When I read this book, during a couple of summer nights, I even woke my mother up because I was laughing too loudly. Sad to see how most people cannot stand poor Ignatius and quit reading the book after few chapters, stating they hate him.
I read A Confederacy of dunces only once, in Italian, and although I have a copy in English I am postponing the reading of this amazing novel - that I simply adored from the very first lines - because I want it to be a completely new experience.
I will wait 'till I remember only bits and pieces of this book, then I'll read it as if it were the very first time. I hope it will be such a treat as it was years ago.
If it's not already clear how much I love this book, I'll have to make it clearer: this is the novel the man of my life cannot hate. If he hates Ignatius, he can't love me. (I'm kidding on this, but not too much!?)