A Confederacy of Dunces is wonderful. 
Ignatius bemuses me so. Though he is in many ways larger than life and supposedly the kind of character ‘we are not accustomed to observe every day’, he still manages to remind me of several people I know, even myself at one point- though thankfully only once. Yet for the rest, I read it with a knowing smile. 
Which reminds me, I forgot to mention how much I am in love with a couple of Robert Olen Butler’s short stories I read a while ago, namely ‘Love’ and ‘Snow’. The latter is my favourite, but the former can be found here.
They’re both from ‘ A Good Scent From a Strange Mountain’, which I fully intend to purchase as soon as I have time to read things that aren’t course material, sans guilt.
Anyway, tomorrow I’m taking a break from the academics for the sake of my own welfare. And on that note, I leave you with some loosely Brat Pack related glee:
Mmmmmm so bad/fun.
I’ve also just been watching the Sigur Ros Culture Show special that my father painstakingly dvd-ed for me. Hopefully now as I dissolve into slumbers, I shall be thinking of dancing and dreamy Icelandic landscapes rather than theories of the Southern grotesque and images from Deliverance.
