I finally got round to reading A confederacy of dunces, finishing it yesterday, on my birthday, on a plane home from Italy. It's a great book and it's easy to see why it won a posthumous Pulitzer prize for John Kennedy Toole. It's also easy to see why the book is considered to be unfilmable. The horror of Ignatius J Reilly would be difficult to capture in the flesh.
I didn't really know what to expect when I picked up the book. For some reason I thought it was meant to be a story about a newspaperman but the actual story of an arrogant fat slob causing chaos in New Orleans was equally appealing. Ignatius is a brilliant character, prefiguring both Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons and internet trolls by several decades.
It's a crazy ride with a constant feeling that the piss is being taken. I'm glad I finally managed to read it and I would recommend glancing at it at some time.
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