


We’ll never know, though, will we?Ī more unlikely protagonist you won’t find in Ignatius Reilly: he’s obese, he’s a slob, he never removes his green hunting cap (not even to take a bath which, as far as we can tell, is not often), he has “valve” issues, and he’s a pubescent teenager experiencing the throws of sexuality in the body of a full-grown man. Sad that, but I’d like to think he’s already reincarnated as a brilliant 20-something, tossing out prose the way parents dole out Halloween candy. One can only imagine how many other books Toole would have written but we are left with only this gem as well as his first, The Neon Bible. Percy reluctantly began to read the book, but what started as a guilt read ended in astonishment, and A Confederacy of Dunces found a champion, finally achieving publication in 1980.Ī Confederacy of Dunces won the Pulitzer Prize for fiction in 1981. His mother then toiled for many unsuccessful years to get her son’s book published posthumously until finding Walker Percy, the American author, now deceased, who at the time was teaching at Loyola University. Much like David Foster Wallace, Toole struggled with depression, and after years of trying and failing to get A Confederacy of Dunces published and having so totally invested himself in the work, he committed suicide. It is most unfortunate, but aside from a first novel written at the age of 16, A Confederacy of Dunces is the only book Toole ever wrote. The book was written in the 1960’s and the circumstances surrounding how the book came to be are bizarre. The first time was 30 years ago and I think I appreciated it more this time around because I now realize just how visionary Toole was.

I just finished reading A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole, for the second time.
