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I was, at the time, festering in a post-adolescent stasis; having recently failed out of college, I was unemployed and living at home with my mother, feeling a general contempt for everything that passed through my consciousness, almost exactly like Ignatius Reilly, A Confederacy of Dunces' protagonist. In the opening paragraph of this essay, I qualified Walker Percy's praise of the regional authenticity of the novel as "nearly above all else" because, in his words, "Toole's greatest achievement is Ignatius Reilly himself, intellectual, ideologue, deadbeat goof-off, glutton, who should repel the reader with his thunderous contempt and one-man war against everybody—Freud, homosexuals, heterosexuals, Protestants, and the assorted excesses of modern times" ix.

Percy insists the character is "without progenitor in any literature I know of—a slob extraordinary, a mad Oliver Hardy, a fat Don Quixote, a perverse Thomas Aquinas rolled into one—who is in violent revolt against the entire age, lying in his flannel nightshirt, in a back bedroom on Constantinople Street in New Orleans, who between gigantic seizures of flatulence and eructations is filling dozens of Big Chief tablets with invective" viii. The way I saw it the first time I read the novel, New Orleans was a canvas onto which Toole painted the masterpiece that is Ignatius J. The novel chronicles Reilly's misadventures after he is forced to get a job when his mother wrecks her car, in large part because of him, causing property damage she cannot afford to pay for.

Prior to the accident, Ignatius had spent his days at home watching television and consuming junk food, practicing his lute or writing tirades against all that displeased him, which was pretty much everything except the medieval philosopher Boethius. He had, for a short while, worked as graduate instructor at his alma mater, presumably Tulane, until, as he relates it: Some poor white from Mississippi told the dean that I was a propagandist for the Pope, which was patently untrue. I do not support the current Pope. He does not at all fit my concept of a good, authoritarian Pope. Actually, I am quite opposed to the relativism of modern Catholicism quite violently.

However, the boldness of this ignorant lily-white-redneck fundamentalist led my other students to form a committee to demand that I grade and return their accumulated essays and examinations. There was even a small demonstration outside the window of my office. It was rather dramatic. For being such simple, ignorant children, they managed it quite well. At the height of the demonstration I dumped all of the old papers —ungraded, of course —out of the window and right onto the students' heads. The college was too small to accept this act of defiance against the abyss of contemporary academia [] Reilly works at a variety of jobs and projects throughout the book —his hilarious turn as a hot dog vendor is perhaps the book's most famous sequence —and he offends pretty much everyone he encounters along the way, inciting more than one riot.

Reading the book, I was, as Walker Percy suggested, repelled by Ignatius Reilly, so much so that the experience changed my behavior insofar as I was uncomfortable resembling him in any way. Like me at the time, Ignatius lived at home with his mother, and while I have to believe I was never as vicious to my mother as he was to his, I will confess that reading the book changed the way I interacted with her, inspiring me to turn up the gratitude and courtesy as a way of proving to myself that I was definitely not like Ignatius.

Looking back on it, I believe I can attribute a number of monumental changes in my life to A Confederacy of Dunces. I returned to school with newfound focus and energy, eventually moving out of my mom's and into the creepiest, most dreadful basement apartment available in the city of Omaha —it was all I could afford, but I insisted I absolutely could not live at home any longer because, I thought, the kind of guys who live at home with their mothers, well they're repellent, like Ignatius. Years later, I would opt to pursue a Ph. I showed him by leaving Nebraska of my own free will.

But more than anything else, it was Ignatius' refusal to associate himself with anyone else that haunted me, that continues to haunt me. I, too, have trouble relating to people. The Marxist paradox of never joining a club that would have one for a member runs deep in me, a self-consciousness I too often obscure using defensive cynicism and disaffiliation. Yet I refuse to believe that I consider myself as impossibly singular as Ignatius Reilly believes himself to be.

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In his work-in-progress "sociological fantasy," The Journal of a Working Boy, a sort of Horatio Alger tale if Alger were in fact the grand inquisitor Torquemada, Ignatius writes, "I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one" Indeed, his closest associates are the medieval philosopher Boethius and Myrna Minkoff, Carbon sexual encounters in nola Ignatius calls "The Minx," a progressive, Jewish New Yorker who was a classmate of Ignatius' at Tulane and with whom he maintains a tempestuous correspondence, seeing her occasionally on her "inspection tours" of the South, on which she stops by New Orleans to, as Ignatius puts it, "harangue me and to attempt to seduce me with the grim prison and chain and gang songs she strums on her guitar: She had stopped throughout the rural South to teach Negroes folk songs she had learned at the Library of Congress.

The Negroes, it seems, preferred more contemporary music and turned up their transistor radios loudly and defiantly whenever Myrna began one of her lugubrious dirges. Although the Negroes had tried to ignore her, the whites had shown great interest in her. Bands of crackers and rednecks had chased her from villages, slashed her tires, whipped her a bit about the arms. She had been hunted by bloodhounds, shocked by cattle prods, chewed by police dogs, peppered lightly with shotgun pellets.

She had loved every minute of it, showing me quite proudly and, I might add, suggestively a fang Carbon sexual encounters in nola on her upper thigh. My stunned and disbelieving eyes noted that on that occasion she was wearing dark stockings and not leotards. My blood, however, failed to rise. Incarceration will finally make her life meaningful and end her frustration" As vicious as Ignatius' assessments of Myrna are, there is obviously Carbon sexual encounters in nola about her that fascinates him. Indeed, with all things he enjoys or cares about, Ignatius disguises his affection with vitriol.

For instance, he expresses his excitement about a new Doris Day film in curiously outraged terms: I must somehow get to see it. Likewise, despite his avowed medievalism and near-constant jeremiad against the vagaries of popular culture, his diet is almost entirely composed of mass produced junk foods such as his much beloved Dr. Nut, a no-longer-available New Orleans-based almond flavored soft drink, which he guzzles while watching his favorite television shows, Yogi Bear and American Bandstand, the latter of which he describes as "children being debauched to further the cause of Clearasil"3 Now it's possible that Ignatius is simply a hater or a hipster or whatever, but I think his situation is fascinating from a folkloric perspective.

I think there may even be something about his uneasy relationship with other folk that can help me understand my uneasy relationship with other folk. When I read folkloristic ethnographies and scholarship, I always feel a little left out, and I'm not sure why. I know I have plenty of folklore, but it doesn't seem to act the way folklore I read about acts. It doesn't seem so cohesive and it's never so easily shared. You might even say I begrudge the folklore I'm forced to share with other folk, which is why I feel like if I can make sense of Ignatius Reilly's personal relationship to folklore, I might better understand my own.

I think it starts with Ignatius being a serial disaffiliater: He is alienated, certainly, but it's a willful, ecstatic alienation. In a very real sense, it is alienation that gives him his identity, especially if I am to believe the novel's epigraph from Jonathan Swift: Consequently, it is not so much that Ignatius signifies anything himself; it is, rather, the ways in which he does not signify, the ways in which he does not belong, that shape his identity. Considering his status as an unaffiliated, anachronistic isolate, Ignatius is not necessarily short on folklore, however.

He has a spectrum of traditions and customs that guide his everyday life, from his grotesque-dandy costuming to his obsessive letter-writing to his avowedly medieval worldview. It's just that all these traditions and customs are unshared and uniquely his. It's akin to the sort of folklore that Leonard Primiano has dubbed unaculture. This does not imply that an individual is not influenced by a number of physiological, cultural, social and environmental forces, but that given the human capacity to interpret these influences, people develop their own folklore within as well as around themselves" I agree with Primiano on this: Maybe it's not folklore, but rather, folkness, a state of consciously sharing one's identity with a group, that I'm really struggling with in those ethnographies and in my life, a state Ignatius Reilly absolutely refuses.

Now, folkness may seem like a positive thing, something everyone would want, but it grows more elusive the more I think about it. As an American, I worship individuality in both its positive and negative manifestations. I frequently exercise my inalienable right to be incomprehensible to my community. Consequently, it does not pay to too closely associate myself with others, lest they take credit for my hours of work or obscure my contribution — gainsaying is professionally preferable to agreeing, and detachment is rewarded even when it's not explicitly recommended.

In short, I'm supposed to disassociate myself in order to make an impression all my own. Feeling unfulfilled by her daily routine, she began taking painting classes with a local instructor and quickly became immersed in the desire to transform a canvas. Arnold's work is about life, energy and color. The symphonic movements of the materials on her canvas are driven by both by her creative spirit and the sense of discovery that she found visiting family in New Orleans. Arnold often finds inspiration in the energetic colors, smells, jazzy music, pops of champagne and contagious atmosphere of the "Big Easy" In her recent series, Arnold uses bold color and pops of gold to create a sense of drama.

Her reference to water is both an ode to New Orleans and her hometown of Birmingham, two cities with a strong connection to water. Arnold has shown her work at interior design stores and pop-ups throughout Alabama and the US. Growing up in Arnaudville, an area known for its rich heritage and connection to the land, Marks acquired an innate appreciation for the natural world. Many of his works include the subtle blues and greens of the land, although, he is not tied to one palette, but rather allows his memories and materials to drive the creative process. In addition to creating his own works of art, Marks has been a seminal member of the creative community of Louisiana.

He currently serves as a member of the State Arts Council and founded the NUNU Arts and Culture Collective, a meeting place for visual artists, writers, musicians and cultural ambassadors from the local community of Arnaudville and surrounding region. Marks is considered a champion of the arts and culture in South Louisiana and has been an outspoken advocate for the development and promotion of the creative economy. Marks is currently working in the media of acrylic paint and oil focusing on the representational and abstract designs reflective of the landscape and culture of Louisiana. The use of the French language for Marks' titles is an homage to his heritage and the greater history of Louisiana.


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