Fortuna swang my way;) On Wednesday I made a meager attempt to write my review of A Confederacy of Dunces. I poured myself a glass of wine and started some researching on John Kennedy Toole, as not to blow a bunch of bullshit up the asses of my readers.........I read about his suicide (1969, with a gaseous hosing) and how his mother prevailed in getting his novel published......I had another glass of wine.....the book was finally published in 1980 and promptly won the Pulitzer Prize. So much empathy when one is swilling down the wine, I drank more. I started losing track of my reasearch with the constant Instant Messages, silly me trying to work with that damn thing on. The hours flew by, I drank more, impatiently writing the review, drank, IM'd, omg, the wine was gone......I hadn't eaten a thing since 1pm......I was getting assaulted by hello's and unexpected assholes......I couldn't keep track of shit! Too many boxes, *insert the obiglatory window crash* where was my review?? Now, I must confess.....me and alcohol are friends.....sometimes it helps in getting me going on my creative surges and sometimes......it totally disables me, I'm an artist, need I say more. On Wednesday February 12th, 2003....I was disabled. So today I start anewed and refreshed and it's champagne time! Note to readers: NO Instant Messenging devices where used in the writing of this post.
New Orleans is a world unto itself. A decadent landscape for the creative mind, a world where Anne Rice's Vampires have intoxicated us with bloodlust and history, a world that John Kennedy Toole introduces us to Ignatius Reilly, "slob extraordinary, a mad Oliver Hardy, a fat Don Quixote" an amusing source of the best in literary entertainment. I read Ignatius's adventure and laughed out loud many times over. This is one fat mofo that didn't repluse me. Ignatius has a masters degree, he's an overweight follower of the philosopher Boethius, he lives with his drunkard mother, he can't keep a job for the life of him and he has a soulmate of sorts that antagonizes much of his exploits. This is a story that comes full circle from an incident in the first chapter......it's kind of a seven degree's of seperation that I'm pretty sure Kevin Bacon has no connection too, though I may be wrong. I won't give a away too much as I feel this is definately a must read but it's all on fortunes fate that leads us to Iganatius's "Fortuna" and his constent rape and molestation from society. This book will challenge anyone's vocabulary, I read words that I thought were made up for say plot purposes...LOL.....der, was I wrong. I put this book off for years and "Oh, my god!" as Iganitus would say......I was wronged in my effrontery ways. Read it!!! Stay tuned! ;)
