A Confederacy of Dunces

I struggled to get through A Confederacy of Dunces. Ignatius Reilly is not a charming eccentric, but a self-absorbed, entitled caricature. His endless whining and bizarre behavior grew tiresome rather than humorous. The supporting cast, while colorful, felt like mere props for Reilly's antics. The novel's humor, if present at all, is buried beneath layers of pretentiousness and narcissism. A painful slog from start to finish.