A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

By John Kennedy Toole

A Confederacy of Dunces is an American comedian masterpiece. John Kennedy Toole’s hero is one Ignatius J. Reilly, “huge, overweight, fractious, fastidious, and a latter-day Gargantua, a Don Quixote of the French zone. His tale bursts with entirely unique personality, denizens of latest Orleans’ reduce depths, highly true-to-life discussion, and the zaniest sequence of low and high comedian adventures” (Henry Kisor, Chicago sunlight Times) .

Published a decade after the loss of life of the writer, this wildly artistic comedian masterpiece positive factors essentially the most unforgettable characters in smooth fiction: Ignatius Reilly, a monstrous misfit Medievalist hilariously at odds with the 20th-century world.

Amazon.com review:

"A eco-friendly looking cap squeezed the pinnacle of the fleshy balloon of a head. the golf green earflaps, filled with huge ears and uncut hair and the high quality bristles that grew within the ears themselves, caught out on each side like flip signs indicating instructions without delay. complete, pursed lips protruded underneath the fuzzy black moustache and, at their corners, sank into little folds full of disapproval and potato chip crumbs."

Meet Ignatius J. Reilly, the hero of John Kennedy Toole's tragicomic story, A Confederacy of Dunces. This 30-year-old medievalist lives at domestic along with his mom in New Orleans, pens his magnum opus on monstrous leader writing pads he retains hidden below his mattress, and relays to a person who will hear the irritating event he as soon as had on a Greyhound Scenicruiser sure for Baton Rouge. ("Speeding alongside in that bus was once like hurtling into the abyss.") yet Ignatius's quiet lifetime of tyrannizing his mom and writing his never-ending comparative heritage screeches to a halt while he's virtually arrested through the overeager Patrolman Mancuso--who errors him for a vagrant--and then excited about a vehicle twist of fate along with his tipsy mom in the back of the wheel. something results in one other, and earlier than he understands it, Ignatius is out pounding the pavement looking for a job.

Over the subsequent numerous hundred pages, our hero stumbles from one experience to the subsequent. His stint as a hotdog seller is below profitable, and he quickly turns his employers on the Levy Pants corporation on their heads. Ignatius's direction during the operating international is populated by way of great secondary characters: the stripper Darlene and her gifted cockatoo; the septuagenarian secretary leave out Trixie, whose determined makes an attempt to retire are always, comically thwarted; homosexual blade Dorian Greene; sinister leave out Lee, owner of the evening of pleasure nightclub; and Myrna Minkoff, the woman Ignatius likes to hate. the numerous subplots that weave via A Confederacy of Dunces are as advanced as something you'll locate in a Dickens novel, and simply as fantastically tied jointly in spite of everything. however it is Ignatius--selfish, domineering, and deluded, tragic and comedian and bigger than life--who includes the tale. he's a modern day Quixote beset through giants of the trendy age. His fragility cracks the shell of comedian bluster, revealing a deep streak of depression underneath the antic humor. John Kennedy Toole dedicated suicide in 1969 and not observed the booklet of his novel. Ignatius Reilly is what he left in the back of, a becoming memorial to a skilled and tormented lifestyles. --Alix Wilber

Show description

Read or Download A Confederacy of Dunces PDF

Similar fiction books

The Recognitions (Penguin Classics)

A nice masterpiece via William Gaddis, with a brand new advent through William H. Gass.
The e-book Jonathan Franzen dubbed the “ur-text of postwar fiction” and the “first nice cultural critique, which, no matter if Heller and Pynchon hadn’t learn it whereas composing Catch-22 and V. , controlled to count on the spirit of both”—The Recognitions is a masterwork approximately artwork and forgery, and the more and more skinny line among the counterfeit and the faux. Gaddis anticipates via virtually part a century the main issue of truth that we presently face, the place the true and the digital are combining in alarming methods, and the assets of legitimacy and gear are usually vague to us.

Tropic Moon (New York Review Books Classics)

Newly translated for this edition.

A younger Frenchman, Joseph Timar, travels to Gabon sporting a letter of creation from an influential uncle. He wishes paintings event; he desires to see the realm. yet within the oppressive warmth and glare of the equator, Timar doesn't comprehend what to do with himself, and not anyone turns out vulnerable to aid other than Adèle, the resort owner's spouse, who takes him to mattress someday and rebuffs him the subsequent, leaving him ailing with wish. yet then, during a unmarried evening, Adèle's husband dies and a black servant is shot, and Timar is certain that Adèle is concerned. He'll disguise for the crime if she'll do what he desires. The repair is in. yet Timar can't even start to think how deep.

In Tropic Moon, Simenon, the grasp of the mental novel, deals an incomparable photo of degeneracy and corruption in a colonial outpost.

Last Call for Sector 9G

In the market within the eco-friendly megastar approach; some distance past the confining grip of the Federation, moved the dreaded sour famous person, for one thousand frigid years the darkish and sinister manipulator of war-weary planets.

When Calls the Heart (Canadian West, Book 1)

Janette Oke's cherished tale of a tender instructor relocating west has captured the hearts of millions.
Nothing in her privileged jap upbringing has ready Elizabeth for the demanding situations of frontier lifestyles. .. Elizabeth Thatcher is younger, lovely, cultured

Additional info for A Confederacy of Dunces

Sample text

I compress m /y lips when they caress m/e and when they ply m /e with questions. I will not say your name. It shall not issue borne on the air, it shall not make its way outside of m/e. I am silent. Now I can walk no further. I am lying on the bank. The grass surrounds m/e scented cool stirred by the wind. I do not look at the sky. The gradually assembled features of your face do not take shape in m /y memory. I do not see the curve of your breast. I have no recollection of your arms your shoulders your back your belly.

You strictly observe the island rules of politeness when you come to stretch out at m /y side. That is why m /y delectable one I proceed with the greatest jubilation when I arm m /y fingers with m /y iron nails, when / rake your back and your flanks, when at last you turn towards m/e crying m/y name. 55 I am mounted by you bareback. Your thighs grip m/y flanks. I am covered with sweat. The smell of m /y closecropped hair wafts round. / feel the slipperiness of your bare perspiring skin. Your arms hold m/e by the neck.

Suddenly at one side of the avenues I perceive trickles of your blood. It flows making a small noise, I recognize it, its colour leaps to m /y eyes, there is no other like it. Exactly parallel in a gentle wave flows the white of your eyes. I can no longer stand up­ right. An opaque blackish haze comes before m/y eyes. M /y ears buzz. Something that feels like a rasp adheres to m/y lungs. In the end I begin to run. The pain makes m /y eyeballs start from their orbits. I bend down re­ peatedly to pick them up groping in the sand of the main avenue.

Download PDF sample

Rated 4.42 of 5 – based on 33 votes