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Review: As close to a perfect novel as you're likely to find -   by  is funny, wise, and as close to a perfect novel as you’re likely to find. Protagonist Ignatius C. Reilly is a bloated buffoon, a man-baby who lives with his mother, has a troubled digestive valve that causes him to burp and fart with great frequency, and possesses one of the most “unique” worldviews you’re likely to find. Ignatius is loaf completely at ease with his loafishness: “I dust a bit,” Ignatius told the policeman. “In addition, I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.” Ignatius is like a giant child when he considers his career options and argues with his mother: I suspect that something like a newspaper route would be rather agreeable.  “I dare you to come out in that shredded nightgown and get me!” Ignatius answered defiantly and stuck out his massive pink tongue. Above all, A Confederacy of Dunces is funny. Laugh out loud is an overused phrase, but COD will make you LOL for realz, yo. The situations are so absurd, the characters so odd, and the dialogue veers between biting satire punctuated by unexpected blasts of pee-your-pants profanity. “Go dangle your withered parts over the toilet!” Ignatius screamed savagely. Miss Trixie shuffled away. No mater what the problem, Ignatius always finds a way to blame others. “Employers sense in me a denial of their values.” He rolled over onto his back. “They fear me. I suspect that they can see that I am forced to function in a century which I loathe. You must realize the fear and hatred which my weltanschauung instills in people. He twisted his face into a mask of suffering. There was no use fighting Fortuna until the cycle was over. “You realize, of course, that this is all your fault.   “You’re full of bulls***.”  “I? The incident is sociologically valid. The blame rests upon our society.” Sometimes COD goes for screwball comedy and slapstick. Taken as a whole, COD is the mother of all farces. When he’s not avoiding work or fighting with his mother, Ignatius plots against Myrna, a radical student he once attended classes with. The romantic ending of COD is anticipated but still manages to be unexpectedly satisfying. Dr. Talc idly wondered if they (Iggy and Myrna) had married each other. Each certainly deserved the other. Through Myrna’s letters we see she has true insight into Ignatius’ personality: This “automobile accident” is a new crutch to help you make excuses for your meaningless, impotent existence. A good, explosive orgasm would cleanse your being and bring you out of the shadows. Great Oedipus bonds are encircling your brain and destroying you Ignatius, a very bad crack-up is on the way. You must do something. Even volunteer work at a hospital would snap you out of your apathy, The valve closes because it thinks it is living in a dead organism. Open your heart, Ignatius, and you will open your valve.    Behind his absurdity, Ignatius is sad and lonely, a sorrow that stems from his isolationism: We both exist outside the inner realm of American society. Myrna was, you see, terribly engaged in her society; I, on the other hand, older and wiser, was terribly dis-engaged. I really have had little to do with them, for I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one. I don’t dance. I never dance. I have never danced in my life. COD is also a love letter to Toole’s native New Orleans: Patrolman Mancuso inhaled the moldy scent of the oaks and thought, in a romantic aside, that St. Charles Avenue must be the loveliest place in the world. New Orleans is, on the other hand, a comfortable metropolis which has a certain apathy and stagnation which I find inoffensive. At least its climate is mild. The balconies of the old buildings hung over my head like dark branches in an allegorical forest of evil. I won’t get into the tragic personal history of author John Kenndy Toole. The story behind his career and the publication of COD is itself an impossible tale of heartbreaking genius. But the toxic mother-son relationship at the heart of this novel certainly is rife with autobiographical elements. Ms. Reilly laments Ignatius’ weak work ethic.  “My heart’s broke.” “Ain’t he writing something?”  “Some foolishness nobody never gonna feel like reading.” Fortunately, the real-life Thelma Toole felt differently about her son’s work. -30-
Review: A Well Written Book By A Very Talented Author - However - Not Sure It's Worthy Of A Nobel Prize - This is a well written book with some zany characters; not the least of whom is its main character, Ignatius Reilly. This book could have been hilarious in the way that Joseph Heller's Catch 22 was, except that Tool attempted to make his characters a little too dark. After all, this book is comedic fiction, so there should have been a lightheartedness to it which I found all but absent. Moreover, while author Toole does a credible job of developing his characters, the book itself is held back by its overtly depressing nature. Toole for all of his brilliance as an academic and teacher, just did not seem to be able embody enough humor in his characters to overcome their darkness. And this is unfortunate, because much of this book reveals just how creative and talented a writer John Toole was. However, unlike Catch 22 - which to this day remains my benchmark for comedic novels - I found that I had to force myself to read A Confederacy Of Dunces. Whereas, Catch 22 has such a natural flow to it which made it impossible to put down. Joseph Heller's characters may have had their dark sides, however, they were so funny that it was easy to overlook them. In fact, they were more like cartoon characters that Heller brought to life, while Toole's characters start off in a similar way, yet become so depressing, that much of the humor in this book is overshadowed by this depression. Moreover, as a reader you begin to sense the weight of this depression, and it can make reading the book a chore at times. Furthermore, while it is at times injected with the author's dry sense of humor and considerable wit, A Confederacy Of Dunces is in fact a very dark comedy, which was obviously written from the darkest recesses of a tortured soul. Toole's own mind. Given that this book was first published more than a decade after John Kennedy Toole committed suicide, one must wonder if it was the very darkness within his own psyche that he could not overcome; which resulted in his taking his own life at the age of 31; just as his characters, as humorous as they are at times, can't seem to overcome their own demons. A Confederacy Of Dunces is certainly a worthwhile read, written by a very talented man who is hopefully now at peace. However, how it won a Noble Prize for comedic fiction is as much of a mystery to this reader as is why Catch 22 didn't win a Noble Prize for this literary genre. Recommended with the aforesaid caveats.

## Features

- Paper back with comic picutre of the main charactor. 394 pages

## Technical Specifications

| Specification | Value |
|---------------|-------|
| Best Sellers Rank | #2,632 in Books ( See Top 100 in Books ) #33 in Humorous Fiction #122 in Classic Literature & Fiction #203 in Literary Fiction (Books) |
| Customer Reviews | 4.2 out of 5 stars 16,380 Reviews |

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## Customer Reviews

### ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ As close to a perfect novel as you're likely to find
*by P***R on August 31, 2015*

<em> <a style="font-style: italic;" href=[...]</a> </em>by <a href="[...]</a> is funny, wise, and as close to a perfect novel as you’re likely to find. Protagonist Ignatius C. Reilly is a bloated buffoon, a man-baby who lives with his mother, has a troubled digestive valve that causes him to burp and fart with great frequency, and possesses one of the most “unique” worldviews you’re likely to find. Ignatius is loaf completely at ease with his loafishness: <blockquote><em>“I dust a bit,” Ignatius told the policeman. “In addition, I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.”</em></blockquote> Ignatius is like a giant child when he considers his career options and argues with his mother: <blockquote><em>I suspect that something like a newspaper route would be rather agreeable.</em></blockquote> <blockquote><em> “I dare you to come out in that shredded nightgown and get me!” Ignatius answered defiantly and stuck out his massive pink tongue.</em></blockquote> Above all, <em>A Confederacy of Dunces</em> is <em>funny</em>. Laugh out loud is an overused phrase, but <em>COD</em> will make you LOL for realz, yo. The situations are so absurd, the characters so odd, and the dialogue veers between biting satire punctuated by unexpected blasts of pee-your-pants profanity. <blockquote><em>“Go dangle your withered parts over the toilet!” Ignatius screamed savagely. Miss Trixie shuffled away.</em></blockquote> No mater what the problem, Ignatius always finds a way to blame others. <blockquote><em>“Employers sense in me a denial of their values.” He rolled over onto his back. “They fear me. I suspect that they can see that I am forced to function in a century which I loathe.</em></blockquote> <blockquote><em>You must realize the fear and hatred which my </em>weltanschauung<em> instills in people.</em></blockquote> <blockquote><em>He twisted his face into a mask of suffering. There was no use fighting Fortuna until the cycle was over. “You realize, of course, that this is all your fault.</em><em> </em></blockquote> <blockquote><em> “You’re full of bulls***.” </em> <em>“I? The incident is sociologically valid. The blame rests upon our society.”</em></blockquote> Sometimes <em>COD</em> goes for screwball comedy and slapstick. Taken as a whole, <em>COD</em> is the mother of all farces. When he’s not avoiding work or fighting with his mother, Ignatius plots against Myrna, a radical student he once attended classes with. The romantic ending of <em>COD</em> is anticipated but still manages to be unexpectedly satisfying. <blockquote><em>Dr. Talc idly wondered if they (</em>Iggy and Myrna)<em> had married each other. Each certainly deserved the other.</em></blockquote> Through Myrna’s letters we see she has true insight into Ignatius’ personality: <blockquote><em>This “automobile accident” is a new crutch to help you make excuses for your meaningless, impotent existence.</em></blockquote> <blockquote><em>A good, explosive orgasm would cleanse your being and bring you out of the shadows.</em></blockquote> <blockquote><em>Great Oedipus bonds are encircling your brain and destroying you</em></blockquote> <blockquote><em>Ignatius, a very bad crack-up is on the way. You must do something. Even volunteer work at a hospital would snap you out of your apathy,</em> <em>The valve closes because it thinks it is living in a dead organism. Open your heart, Ignatius, and you will open your valve. </em></blockquote> <em> </em> Behind his absurdity, Ignatius is sad and lonely, a sorrow that stems from his isolationism: <blockquote><em>We both exist outside the inner realm of American society. Myrna was, you see, terribly engaged in her society; I, on the other hand, older and wiser, was terribly dis-engaged.</em></blockquote> <blockquote><em>I really have had little to do with them, for I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.</em></blockquote> <blockquote><em>I don’t dance. I never dance. I have never danced in my life.</em></blockquote> <em>COD</em> is also a love letter to Toole’s native New Orleans: <blockquote><em>Patrolman Mancuso inhaled the moldy scent of the oaks and thought, in a romantic aside, that St. Charles Avenue must be the loveliest place in the world.</em></blockquote> <blockquote><em>New Orleans is, on the other hand, a comfortable metropolis which has a certain apathy and stagnation which I find inoffensive. At least its climate is mild.</em> <em>The balconies of the old buildings hung over my head like dark branches in an allegorical forest of evil.</em></blockquote> I won’t get into the tragic personal history of author John Kenndy Toole. The story behind his career and the publication of <em>COD</em> is itself an impossible tale of heartbreaking genius. But the toxic mother-son relationship at the heart of this novel certainly is rife with autobiographical elements. Ms. Reilly laments Ignatius’ weak work ethic. <blockquote><em> “My heart’s broke.”</em> <em>“Ain’t he writing something?” </em> <em>“Some foolishness nobody never gonna feel like reading.”</em></blockquote> Fortunately, the real-life Thelma Toole felt differently about her son’s work. -30-

### ⭐⭐⭐⭐ A Well Written Book By A Very Talented Author - However - Not Sure It's Worthy Of A Nobel Prize
*by J***S on October 23, 2016*

This is a well written book with some zany characters; not the least of whom is its main character, Ignatius Reilly. This book could have been hilarious in the way that Joseph Heller's Catch 22 was, except that Tool attempted to make his characters a little too dark. After all, this book is comedic fiction, so there should have been a lightheartedness to it which I found all but absent. Moreover, while author Toole does a credible job of developing his characters, the book itself is held back by its overtly depressing nature. Toole for all of his brilliance as an academic and teacher, just did not seem to be able embody enough humor in his characters to overcome their darkness. And this is unfortunate, because much of this book reveals just how creative and talented a writer John Toole was. However, unlike Catch 22 - which to this day remains my benchmark for comedic novels - I found that I had to force myself to read A Confederacy Of Dunces. Whereas, Catch 22 has such a natural flow to it which made it impossible to put down. Joseph Heller's characters may have had their dark sides, however, they were so funny that it was easy to overlook them. In fact, they were more like cartoon characters that Heller brought to life, while Toole's characters start off in a similar way, yet become so depressing, that much of the humor in this book is overshadowed by this depression. Moreover, as a reader you begin to sense the weight of this depression, and it can make reading the book a chore at times. Furthermore, while it is at times injected with the author's dry sense of humor and considerable wit, A Confederacy Of Dunces is in fact a very dark comedy, which was obviously written from the darkest recesses of a tortured soul. Toole's own mind. Given that this book was first published more than a decade after John Kennedy Toole committed suicide, one must wonder if it was the very darkness within his own psyche that he could not overcome; which resulted in his taking his own life at the age of 31; just as his characters, as humorous as they are at times, can't seem to overcome their own demons. A Confederacy Of Dunces is certainly a worthwhile read, written by a very talented man who is hopefully now at peace. However, how it won a Noble Prize for comedic fiction is as much of a mystery to this reader as is why Catch 22 didn't win a Noble Prize for this literary genre. Recommended with the aforesaid caveats.

### ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ uniquely American and New Orleanian
*by R***S on June 3, 2025*

You’ve got to read A Confederacy of Dunces to believe it. Ignatius J. Reilly, the novel’s unique and utterly repugnant protagonist, is a slovenly, self-aggrandizing genius who lumbers through life with a mix of delusional grandeur and caustic wit. He’s a spectacle of excess—physically, intellectually, and emotionally—whose every misadventure, from his hot-dog-vending schemes to his tirades against modernity, is a masterclass in cringe-inducing absurdity. You can’t look away, turning pages to see what outrageous, self-inflicted disaster he’ll stumble into next. This book is the wretched refuse and psychotic reflection of Catcher in the Rye, a darkly comedic, unapologetically unhinged cousin that takes J.D. Salinger’s blueprint and douses it in New Orleans sweat and grease. Where Holden Caulfield is a brooding, alienated teenager wrestling with the phoniness of the world, Ignatius is a grotesque, overgrown man-child, waging war against a society he deems beneath his medievalist ideals. Holden’s rebellion is introspective, laced with vulnerability and a yearning for connection; Ignatius’s is bombastic, fueled by arrogance and a perverse glee in his own chaos. If Catcher is a melancholic lament for lost innocence, Dunces is a raucous, satirical assault on propriety, reveling in its protagonist’s refusal to conform—or bathe. Yet both novels share a core of defiance, capturing misfits who rail against a world they can’t (or won’t) fit into, making Ignatius a kind of warped, funhouse-mirror reflection of Holden. John Kennedy Toole’s masterpiece weaves this larger-than-life antihero through a chaotic tapestry of New Orleans’ underbelly, where a cast of misfits—hapless cops, scheming barflies, and exasperated employers—collide in gloriously disastrous ways. It’s a satirical gut-punch, equal parts hilarious and unsettling, that thrives on its grotesque brilliance. You’ll laugh, you’ll grimace, and you’ll never forget it.

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