#john kennedy toole

[tri-ciclo]

[haveyoureadthisbook-poll]

[sesiondemadrugada]

The Neon Bible (Terence Davies, 1995).

[sublecturas]

“La conjura de los necios”, de John Kennedy Toole

[mumblelard]

rita or not today, monday

[lisamarie-vee]

[silvercompassjournal]

“Leaving New Orleans also frightened me considerably. Outside of the city limits the heart of darkness, the true wasteland begins.” - John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces.

New Orleans, La.

Fujifilm X-E3. 23mm f2. Acros.

Coming soon: Purple Haze A New Orleans Field Guide from Silver Compass Journal.

[joshcockroft2]

A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole

3.5.2023

I’d first read this almost exactly 10 years ago (I checked a facebook status). I remember being perplexed by it’s popularity and not finding much humour in it, but nevertheless wanted to reread it – and this second time around I had the EXACT same response. A tedious farce, I’m still perplexed. 

[141135]

[davidhudson]

John Kennedy Toole, December 17, 1937 – March 26, 1969.

A Confederacy of Dunces (1980).

[intotheclash]

"Mi prenderò cura di te". "Penso io a sistemare tutto". Sì, l'avrebbero sistemato veramente, a modo suo. Lo avrebbero preso, buttato sotto una doccia gelata, e qualche idiota di psicanalista avrebbe tentato di penetrare i misteri della singolarità del suo modo di vedere le cose; non riuscendoci, lo avrebbe gettato in una celletta di tre metri quadrati. No, senza dubbio era meglio la prigione: almeno lì era il tuo fisico ad essere prigioniero; mentre negli ospedali psichiatrici se la prendevano con i sentimenti, il cervello e la visione che ciascuno di noi ha delle cose. Questo non poteva tollerarlo. Sua madre aveva l'aria di chiedergli scusa circa la misteriosa protezione che avrebbe steso su di lui. Tutti gli elementi confluivano verso un solo punto: il manicomio. Oh, Fortuna, spregevole e vile dea!

John Kennedy Toole - Una banda di idioti

[tri-ciclo]

“...I doubt very seriously whether anyone will hire me.' What do you mean, babe? You a fine boy with a good education.' 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 I loathe. This was true even when I worked for the New Orleans Public Library.” ― John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

[villings]

[why-arent-you-reading]

Current reads [May 2022]:

• Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov

• The Sting of Victory, by SD Simper

• Solaris, by Stanislaw Lem

• A Confederacy of Dunces, by John Kennedy Toole

• A Room of One’s Own, by Virginia Woolf

[merdum7]

John Kennedy Toole (1937-1969)

[mistle-thrush]

'

' “Hey, how you making?” Miss Inez asked. “How you feeling, darling?” “Not so hot,” Mrs. Reilly answered truthfully. “Ain’t that a shame.” Miss Inez leaned over the glass case and forgot about her cakes. “I don’t feel so hot myself. It’s my feet.” “Lord, I wisht I was that lucky. I got arthuritis in my elbow.” “Aw, no!” Miss Inez said with genuine sympathy. “My poor old poppa’s got that. We make him go set himself in a hot tub fulla berling water.” “My boy’s floating around in our tub all day long. I can’t hardly get in my own bathroom no more.” “I thought he was married, precious.” “Ignatius? Eh, la la,” Mrs. Reilly said sadly. “Sweetheart, you wanna gimme two dozen of them fancy mix?” “But I thought you told me he was married,” Miss Inez said while she was putting the cakes in a box. “He ain’t even got him a prospect.” '

'(from 'A Confederacy of Dunces' by John Kennedy Toole)