Joining the pile-on. Never managed to get past about the first 50 pages.
In my younger years, I was an adamant finisher of books, however unpleasant the task. I am now quite willing to exercise my “thrown with great force” option. If I encountered Confederacy for the first time now, I might not make it as far as you did.
I’ve owned copies of this book with cover art ranging from mediocre to outright terrible, and every time I get to the part about the “Crusade For Moorish Dignity” I am laughing out loud. It’s a book that could use some tightening, sure, and a lot of the early 60s trappings of beatniks, Communists, and b-girls haven’t worn well over the years, but Ignatius J. Reilly as a character is perfectly drawn. He walks among us, even today.
Well, just because we agree with you on this one thing…
I mostly agree. Not my kind of humor.
I’m with you 100%. I wanted to like it. I just didn’t. I haven’t tried to read it in several years (over 5); now that I have been to New Orleans a few times; maybe I’ll try again. I don’t expect it to appeal to me.
HA! That is a *very *interesting theory.
I love it, myself. I’ve given more people copies as gifts than Kirk Cameron has handed out Bibles. It’s in my top three works of fiction easily.
Well, there’s nothing more “Typically Doper” than assuming anyone who doesn’t like the same things you do must have something wrong with them.
I thought it was excellent, sorry it wasn’t to your taste.
I’ve never encountered any “hype” for this book, so maybe that helps. I had never really heard of it when I read it.
How funny. I restarted the book yesterday. Tried twice before, but made it less than 1/4 through each time. I will finish it this time, but I still find the main character to be utterly and completely infuriating, the language to be interesting, but awkward, and the humor to be sparse at best. My first actual laugh was the unexpected masturbation fantasy involving the childhood dog maybe 50 pages in. The book is charmless.
I read it not knowing a thing about it. (ETA: that was in 2003, at the age of 28, if the data points mean anything to anyone.) Laughed my fricking ass off. Don’t know how nobody had ever mentioned the book to me before. Or perhaps they had and it just went in one ear and out another. One of the funniest and most fun books I’ve ever read. Couldn’t put it down.
The book that I’d substitute in the OP is Jack Keroac’s “On the Road.” (Well, maybe not the “humor-free” part as it’s not really meant to be a funny read.)
I still haven’t read it myself, but it’s on my list. Fortunately the currently in-print edition has a plain cover with text only, so I don’t have to worry about carrying around a book that looks like it’s about Mario’s slovenly cousin.
Who said there was anything wrong with seeing yourself in Ignatius. He certainly has many charming qualities and someday I might be able to think of one.
Maybe my own bias was showing, since I’d consider being labeled a “typical Doper” an insult.
I would consider being called “a typical Doper” more of a compliment. Being called like Ignatius would be the insult.
Although I can see Ignatius being like some Dopers, with his un-earned sense of superiority. But I don’t remember the book very well, for obvious reasons.
YMMV.
Regards,
Shodan
This about sums up my experiences with this book over the last 20 years. Utterly boring, tedious, unfunny and unpleasant book. I put this one right up there with Infinite Jest as both a novel and a quality doorstop.
I thought there were some mildly amusing bits, and I could definitely see some of myself in Ignatious.
My main criticism would be the dated parts, particularly the bits with Burma Jones. Jive talkin’ just seems really tone deaf to me nowadays.
Oops. That’s the book I was thinking about when I made the comment about the text-only cover. [Emily Litella]Never mind.[/Emily Litella]
I’m not sure Burma was talking jive as much as he was talking with a local New Orleans dialect, as many of the other characters do. Toole did a great job of capturing the sound of how different groups of people talk down there. The “Ooowee” thing he says a lot is a very common NOLA thing to say.
I don’t know the technical term for it (nor do I have much interest in the subject), but from my memory there was one main black character, and he spoke a noticeably different dialect from everyone else in the book, and that seemed very clunky to me (from a modern point of view).