
“A Confederacy of Dunces” ends up delivering something akin to a plot, but it’s structured as a series of scenes, generally involving Ignatius arriving somewhere, insulting everyone he encounters and having to flee to avoid arrest or violence. As John Kennedy Toole’s novel begins, Ignatius is on the verge on being arrested for just being himself, an incident that sets into motion accidents, debt, workplace revolts, elderly romance, burlesque shows starring birds and a failed attempt to convince the armies of the world to lay down their arms in favor of what was once referred to as the love that dare not speak its name. Reilly is big in every sense of the world, an oversized bundle of misapplied learning and sloth, prone to screaming at movie theater screens, arguing with strangers and aggravating everyone he comes into contact with.

If we’re all lucky, the Orpheum may have forgotten to pay its electrical bill.” Hundreds of people in this theater are being demoralized. Please! Someone with some decency get to the fuse box. She is a Chinese Communist agent sent over to destroy us. That woman must be lashed until she drops. My eyes can hardly believe this highly discolored garbage.

Is this smut supposed to be comedy?” Ignatius demanded in the darkness. Reilly rants about society, revealing himself as both clown and jester.

Humor is at the heart of “A Confederacy of Dunces” as Ignatius J.
