

In the end, despite your best efforts, you can’t really help but like him. Flawed, cocky, and always ready to fling verbal barbs, Ignatius is an enigmatic and frustrating character, but he’s also like that annoying friend in college who’s regularly (if not always purposefully) the sharpest and funniest person in the room. If you’ve read John Kennedy Toole’s A Confederacy of Dunces (1980), he’s likely etched in your memory. I found my mind drifting to a cherished fictional character named Ignatius J. As we banked past the Superdome, a favorite line from the novel that made Reilly famous came to mind: “Outside, Bourbon Street was beginning to light up.” Perhaps it was just the drowsiness that accompanies long summer afternoon drives, but I found my mind drifting to a cherished fictional character named Ignatius J. As my eyelids drooped on the last leg of a road trip that began in New Orleans and encompassed a number of stops in the southeast, I was much relieved to hit the outer perimeter of this city.
