- Ignatius fait des bouchées au fromage délicieuses, dit Mme Reilly.
- C'est rudement chic de sa part, dit le vieil homme. Y en a tant qui pensent qu'à courir de nos jours.
- Et si vous la fermiez, vous, enjoignit le policier au vieil homme.
Kansas City, Missouri
M. 1 Abelman, PDG et quasi-mongolien,
Gus Levy, président.
given its reputation and award-winning status, and cult following and all that, naturally I didn't think I was in for a stinker. and it isn't a stinker; it's a fascinating book, mainly for the characters, especially Ignatius. I haven't laughed out loud so far--I think some people might, but this type of humor doesn't really bring a physical laugh out of me. I have laughed inside my head, at a few of the turns of phrase--more to do with the situations that occur, like bizarre scenes that happened at Levy's Pants--but the pathetic nature of Ignatius kind of limits my feeling that this is a merely a comic novel. there is a remote connection to what Wodehouse did with a character called Psmith--a non-conformist who shook to its roots whatever environment he temporarily settled into--but Ignatius is more of a "Psmith Gone Wrong". one of life's amusing losers; Psmith caused similar chaos by never doing what's expected, but is definitely not one of life's losers (although maybe Dunces ends with its main character rich and happy!). anyway, I already said I was reminded of Jubb, by Keith Waterhouse, and there's also the film called Stroszek, or, for that matter, Midnight Cowboy. How sad is it? How funny is it? I suspect, with these stories, it's different for each reader/viewer. anyway, I am glad to be finally reading this strange novel; it's worth it.
well, not as much reading done in a day as I hoped. usually I manage at least a hundred pages per day, but I'm conking out for the night. s'okay...I did read a 200 page graphic novel yesterday, so it all evens out, I suppose. I'll play catch up with Dunces tomorrow. this book is entertaining so far; I guess the closest thing to it that I can recall reading was Jubb, by Keith Waterhouse, which was quite good.