Review by Gabriel
A book is a bit like a conversation. A long, considered conversation in which an author artfully reveals their views on a theme, and the world. A Confederacy of Dunces is like a conversation with a smug, negative, self-satisfied arsehole who can do nothing but sneer at the world.
The main character is a fat, lazy, pretentious mamma’s-boy. The other developed characters are equally despicable. The rest of the cast is made up of one note parodies. I can’t be bothered going into the details of the plot. It’s supposed to be satirical and funny, but it isn’t, it’s just boring since I didn’t sympathise with the characters, and nothing is taken seriously. It’s a shame, because the author has some writing ability. He has a knack for voice and characterisation. But this novel has no heart.
I’ve slogged my way through some hard books. I almost got to page 200 of the Penguin Classics version, realised I wasn’t even half way through, and quit. Forget you, A Confederacy of Dunces. Life is too short for arseholes, and there are lots of good books to read.
I’d love to hear from someone who enjoyed this book, and wants to tell me why.