After struggling for a bit, I decided to bring Jodi two books in New Orleans. The first was A Confederacy of Dunces, by John Kennedy Toole. It is set in New Orleans and I loved it. But because it is rather…weird, with a rat-crazy hero, I thought I had better have a back up plan. So I brought an Oprah book, too. I also had my six back issues of Vanity Fair for the worst case scenario. And I knew where the Walgreen’s is.
Turns out, she was loving A Confederacy of Dunces. I can’t tell you how happy that made me. This reminds me that I saw an actual statue of Ignatius Reilly out in front of a hotel on Canal Street. Sorry about the glare.
Of course, now I can’t expect to get the book back. Which is fine…I am sure I can find a nice hard cover at a used bookstore somewhere.
I love Confederacy of Dunces. Funny thought to actually read it in New Orleans. That or Interview with the Vampire or any of Anne Rice's stuff are what I could think of as NOLA off the top of my head.