That book is something else. Jones, Ms. Trixie, Gomez, Dorian... something about its cast of characters just perfectly captures the sheer absurdity of trying to

That book is something else. Jones, Ms. Trixie, Gomez, Dorian... something about its cast of characters just perfectly captures the sheer absurdity of trying to make it through a day. And part of me wonders if Toole might not have written Ignatius out a hyperbole of the worst parts of how he saw himself. I mean, it sounds like the guy was probably depressed and disillusioned with the structure of the world he lived in.