Helpful Score: 2
Three words: READ. THIS. BOOK! I guffawed on nearly every single page; so much so that my husband, who was reading a considerably duller novel, remarked "I am about to steal that from you like a bully!"
Ignatius T. Reilly is a fat, gaseous, pompous, lazy, over-educated windbag who lives with his mother. After his mother gets into a drunk driving accident (which he more or less caused), she demands that he finally get a job in order to help with the expenses. Hilarity, as they say, ensues. Enter a senile bookkeeper, an apathetic CEO, a porn-peddling club owner, a dim-witted stripper with a trained cockatoo, a would-be saboteur, an inept cop and his peculiar auntie, and a disgruntled fork-wielding weenie salesman.
It's absurd in the way that Christopher Moore's writing is absurd, only much, much better written and crafted. I'm not amazed that there are no copies posted currently - who would get rid of it!
Ignatius T. Reilly is a fat, gaseous, pompous, lazy, over-educated windbag who lives with his mother. After his mother gets into a drunk driving accident (which he more or less caused), she demands that he finally get a job in order to help with the expenses. Hilarity, as they say, ensues. Enter a senile bookkeeper, an apathetic CEO, a porn-peddling club owner, a dim-witted stripper with a trained cockatoo, a would-be saboteur, an inept cop and his peculiar auntie, and a disgruntled fork-wielding weenie salesman.
It's absurd in the way that Christopher Moore's writing is absurd, only much, much better written and crafted. I'm not amazed that there are no copies posted currently - who would get rid of it!
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