A Confederacy of Dunces

opinion:

Christ It was a good book! Everything tied together in the end (like a story should, take notes alice munro). Every character was great, not because they were supple and realistic, but because they were one-sided expressions of everything that they were meant to be. They're like little people tied by spider webs to their respective architypes in the world of forms.
And in an ironic way, that's why they were realistic. Most people are primarily shallow. I've rarely met anyone who is truely enigmatic. This book is timeless because these architypes persist eternally.

history:

My mom's boyfriend brought up this book. She said that she would let me barrow it during a conversation that I was having out of nicety, since M took me to his dad's friend's birthday party. And old white women are the only people I can sort-of conversate with, and books are the only thing that I could sort-of conversate about. Anyway, she knows someone who is OBSESED with the book, and reads it over and over again. She says its about this really horrible weird man, which is exactly what an old white mom would say about the book, what Ignatius's mom would say about him too.

After finishing the first chapter, I happened to listen to the new PGL newpill video where both sam and charles mention it. Funny. I have never routed for a fictional character more, besides mabye the girl in the border-line case, but that's a romance (psyc manipulation) so it doesn't count. Half way in now and I've yet to "laugh out loud" as is the most commonly attributed effect of this book. I have made a little gutteral huff of laughter 2 or three times. Maybe I empathize too much with Ignatius to find his plights funny.

"The outfit was acceptable by any theological and geometrical standards, however abstruse, and suggested a rich inner life."
A month after reading Confederacy of Dunces, I became curious about Bothius. Here's a quote or two I liked from the little I could bother to read.
"Blest is death that intervenes not
In the sweet, sweet years of peace,
But unto the broken-hearted,
When they call him, brings release!
Yet Death passes by the wretched,
Shuts his ear and slumbers deep;
Will not heed the cry of anguish,
Will not close the eyes that weep.
For, while yet inconstant Fortune
Poured her gifts and all was bright,
Death's dark hour had all but whelmed me
In the gloom of endless night.
Now, because misfortune's shadow
Hath o'erclouded that false face,
Cruel Life still halts and lingers,
Though I loathe his weary race.
Friends, why did ye once so lightly
Vaunt me happy among men?
Surely he who so hath fallen
Was not firmly founded then."
"'Who,' said she, 'has allowed yon play-acting wantons to approach this sick man—these who, so far from giving medicine to heal his malady, even feed it with sweet poison? These it is who kill the rich crop of reason with the barren thorns of passion, who accustom men's minds to disease, instead of setting them free. Now, were it some common man whom your allurements were seducing, as is usually your way, I should be less indignant. On such a one I should not have spent my pains for naught. But this is one nurtured in the Eleatic and Academic philosophies. Nay, get ye gone, ye sirens, whose sweetness lasteth not; leave him for my muses to tend and heal!'" -M when I read deppression slop It reminds me of that psued off bettween socrates and his friends when he was incarserated.
It is likely that he was tortured with a rope that was constricted around his head, bludgeoned until his eyes bulged out; then his skull was cracked.

A good man is hard to find - Flannery O' Conner

Marl said that she was sothern alice munro, and I like her about as much as alice from this story. The more I write the more I understand my cinical feeling twards these kind of "blip" stories. They're just nothingburgers if theres no plot progression.

Great job, you can write one or two scenes with some characters you made up in your head, thats the fun part! That's the easy part! If that's all writing was then we'd do it like we play video games, but no, the plot is what makes a story a story.

I'll read more of her eventually.

The Haunting of Hill House - Shirley Jackson

4/5 -1 for bad ending.

I, for one, liked the disjointed an strange way that the characters spoke. It was immpossible to expect what whitty think they'd say next and made me insecure about my own comunication retardation because even the friendless loser character was like this.

"All I want is to be cherished, she thought, and here I am talking gibberish with a selfish man. “You must be very lonely indeed.""
Carmilla.
"renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardour of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet overpowering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips travelled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, "You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one for ever." Then she has thrown herself back in her chair, with her small hands over her eyes," leaving me trembling.

RAH!

Stoner