{"id":2326152,"date":"2026-03-13T09:07:15","date_gmt":"2026-03-13T09:07:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/celebrity.land\/en\/?p=2326152"},"modified":"2026-03-13T09:07:15","modified_gmt":"2026-03-13T09:07:15","slug":"new-orleans-writer-chris-rose-unpacks-confederacy-of-dunces-entertainment-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/celebrity.land\/en\/new-orleans-writer-chris-rose-unpacks-confederacy-of-dunces-entertainment-life\/","title":{"rendered":"New Orleans writer Chris Rose unpacks Confederacy of Dunces | Entertainment\/Life"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I once firmly believed that if you didn\u2019t like “A Confederacy of Dunces,” there was something amiss. As protagonist Ignatius Reilly would have put it, I\u2019d have thought you lacked all good taste, theology and geometry.<\/p>\n

How could you not love it, I marveled? So quintessentially New Orleans it was\u00a0\u2014 so self-absorbed, bloviated, militantly insouciant, stridently impervious to convention and modernity. So original. So picaresque. So proudly flatulent. What’s not to love?<\/p>\n

That was a long time ago.<\/p>\n

My first exposure to this New Orleans literary landmark was in the fall of 1981, the year it won the Pulitzer Prize for fiction. My dad was away on business, and it was just me and my mom at home one night, in bedrooms separated by a tiny hallway. I heard her laughing. Nothing too strange about that, except there was nobody else home and their bedroom had no phone, radio or TV.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Then she laughed again. And again. OK, something strange about that.<\/p>\n

I knocked lightly on her door. \u201cMom?” I said, softly. \u201cMom, you OK?\u201d<\/p>\n

I opened the door and she was propped up on pillows against the headboard with a book in one hand, wiping tears from her eyes with the other.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom!\u201d I said. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n

She was reading “Dunces.” Said it was the funniest thing she\u2019d ever read. Watching her laugh-cry like that, I guessed so.<\/p>\n

So I read it next and, yeah\u00a0\u2014 pretty damn funny. But if you told me it wasn\u2019t, I would\u2019ve shrugged. Your opinion.<\/p>\n

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A statue of Ignatius J. Reilly waits beneath the Canal Street clock in New Orleans Tuesday, March 10, 2026, the scene at the beginning of A Confederacy of Dunces. Wearing his green hunting cap and rumpled clothes, the eccentric and outspoken character watches the passing crowd with suspicion and disdain, convinced that modern society has lost its way. From this familiar city landmark, Ignatius\u2019s misadventures unfold across New Orleans as he clashes with the people and institutions around him.\u00a0<\/p>\n

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At this point, at 21 years old, I had been to New Orleans just once. For about eight hours. It was a road trip with a college buddy during which we got thrown out of three bars on Bourbon Street and threatened with arrest when we tried to enter a fourth. We met two pretty European girls, and things were going quite well until my friend threw up on one of them. Taking stock of the situation, we had just enough money left for gas back to Wisconsin, so we called it quits.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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In 1981, that was the New Orleans I knew. With no cultural framework or personal context to apply, “Dunces” \u2014 while thoroughly entertaining\u00a0\u2014 did not yet fully resonate. But, oh Fortuna!<\/p>\n

My Rosetta stone<\/h3>\n

Less than three years later, in the summer of 1984, I got a job at The Times-Picayune. I got an apartment in the French Quarter and embraced the city like a lover conjured from dreams, smoke and swamp gas. I\u2019d found my soulmate.<\/p>\n

New Orleans then was the New Orleans of the Wonder Wall, Dixie Beer and Big Shot, Al Hirt and Al Scramuzza, WTIX, Ruthie the Duck Lady<\/a>\u00a0and, of course, D.H. Holmes (the site on which today is commemorated with a lifesize statue of Ignatius). The French Quarter smelled like river diesel, coffee, sweet olive, mule piss and sex. I ate Lucky Dogs for dinner at least three times a week. Little taverns were full of drifters, grifters, misfits, hustlers, cosplay pirates and queer people.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Seemed like everyone I met had a limp or a lisp or a missing limb, some kind of tic or twitch\u00a0\u2014 chronically unemployable types who could nevertheless finish The New York Times Sunday crossword puzzle in 20 minutes. In ink pen. I\u2019d sometimes have passionate late-night discussions with strangers I knew were speaking English, but I couldn\u2019t understand a word they said.<\/p>\n

I was drunk with words. Everyone was Ignatius. And, my God\u00a0\u2014 what a time and place to be alive.<\/p>\n

“A Confederacy of Dunces” was still au courant in those days\u00a0\u2014 set in the very near New Orleans past\u00a0\u2014 so I thought it a good time to revisit what I now understood from many of those conversations to be a towering achievement in local canon. And. … wow. I tore through it this time and found it nothing less than revelation. First thing I had to do was call my mother.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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“A Confederacy of Dunces” by John Kennedy Toole, features Ignatius J. Reilly, one of the great characters in New Orleans literary history.<\/p>\n

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\u201cMom?\u201d I said, all hushed and secret, like someone might hear me through the walls. \u201cRemember that book we read\u00a0\u2014 ‘Confederacy of Dunces?’\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yes!\u201d she said, and she started laughing again and started to go on about…<\/p>\n

\u201cMom!\u201d I said, loudwhispering now. \u201cListen. I\u2019ve got to tell you something.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat,\u201d she said, concerned now. \u201cWhat is it, Christopher?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat book,\u201d I said, pausing, a look over my shoulder, then, \u201cIt\u2019s real.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s real?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat book! That book is real! It\u2019s not fiction,\u201d I said. \u201cI know the people in that book. They\u2019re everywhere!\u201d<\/p>\n

And there was my context. My Rosetta stone to the city. And if you didn\u2019t love “Dunces” the way I loved “Dunces,” you probably didn\u2019t love New Orleans and, hell\u00a0\u2014 you probably didn\u2019t love me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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That was also a long time ago.<\/p>\n

Everyone but Ignatius<\/h3>\n

I picked up a copy of the book recently and the strangest thing: I couldn\u2019t get through it. Turns out, third time wasn\u2019t a charm. It felt like Ignatius Reilly\u2019s avenging sword of taste and decency had smote me. I\u2019ve lost my damn context.<\/p>\n

That happens to things we cherish. Like that summer song of long ago\u00a0\u2014 the one that was perfect\u00a0\u2014 or that certain movie you watched over and over when you were a kid, or the one that got away, all those loves you can never fully recover.<\/p>\n

Ignatius Reilly\u2019s inimitable grotesqueries still charm me, but I no longer have the desire to spend intimate evenings in his company\u00a0\u2014 even though at my advancing age I still appreciate a well-placed fart joke. But he talks too much.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Everybody in “Dunces” talks too much. It\u2019s not a short book, and it\u2019s not an easy read, by any means. As a friend of mine once opined: Had JFK been wearing that prose on that fateful day in November \u201963, he\u2019d still be alive; the bullet never would have penetrated.<\/p>\n

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A statue of Ignatius J. Reilly waits beneath the Canal Street clock in New Orleans Tuesday, March 10, 2026, the scene at the beginning of A Confederacy of Dunces. Wearing his green hunting cap and rumpled clothes, the eccentric and outspoken character watches the passing crowd with suspicion and disdain, convinced that modern society has lost its way. From this familiar city landmark, Ignatius\u2019s misadventures unfold across New Orleans as he clashes with the people and institutions around him.\u00a0<\/p>\n

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But there\u2019s something else, too. The city has changed. I have changed. Everybody changes. Everyone but Ignatius. Dunces is firmly a piece of its time in New Orleans\u00a0\u2014 those “ain\u2019t dere no more<\/a>”\u00a0days\u00a0\u2014 and oh, what daze they were.<\/p>\n

Maybe I\u2019m asking too much of a book I once considered scripture. Call me crazy, but this time around, it read too much like a novel. Like it was all made up! And maybe that\u2019s the rub. I am crucified by the truth. Which, in this town, might be negligible currency, but has always been more intoxicating than anything you could ever invent.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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