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He's the quintessential New Orleanian, star of John Kennedy Toole's "A Confederacy of Dunces". And dunces are indeed on parade...
He has a Master's in medieval history. He lives Uptown on Constantinople St. with his mom, who is rather fond of cheap muscatel. He can't seem to hold down a job, though he lived in a time when they were still around. He rides the streetcars around town wearing his signature green hunting cap. In short, he reminds me of me when I lived there, except that Mom lived in Conn. and prefers a drier white wine.
Now, if Ignatius were on the scene today:
* Any looter unfortunate enough to come near Constantinople St. would find himself at the wrong end of a large man dressed in a pirate's outfit brandishing a cutlass.
* The levee breach would have been filled with Lucky Dogs hot dog carts ("Twelve Inches of Paradise"), linked together in a way Ignatius had deduced from the writings of Hroswitha.
* Ignatius would have called at least one clueless federal official a "cawm-niss" (communist), to the grewat admiration of those around him who know they would be arrested if not shot for daring to speak such blasphemy.
* And finally, new FEMA head Myrna minx would have showed up in the nick of time to lead the evacuation, in a procession of thousands of two-door sedans.
Some measure of the power of this novel may be gauged by the fact that there is a DUer -- based in Minnesota, I believe! -- named "myrna minx" after Ignatius' lady love.
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