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از این کتاب متنفرم چون از ایگنیشس درونی خودم متنفرم .
مطالعه این کتاب لذت بخش نیست اما اگه با کمی صداقت و ذکاوت بخونیدش حرف های زیادی برای گفتن داره

A Confederacy of Dunces: John Kennedy Toole's Novel of What it Means to Miss New Orleans

n  A Confederacy of Dunces was chosen as the first group read of On the Southern Literary Trail in March, 2012. Now, a few months after "The Trail's" FIFTH Anniversary, the readers have chosen this novel as one of it's group reads for July, 2017. Come join us!n

n"Miniver cursed the commonplace
And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;
He missed the mediæval grace
Of iron clothing.

Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
But sore annoyed was he without it;
Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
And thought about it.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking."--Edward Arlington Robinson

After twenty-five years, I've closed my original Evergreen copy of A Confederacy of Dunces. I've reached the last page once more. It appears more battered than when I last read it. It's still good. I hated to see it end again.

Hmmmm...hang on. We've got company.

"Oooooweee. That dude down at the Levy Pant Fact-o-ree an' his wife with them funny blue glasses of hers done got me an A-WARD for doin' the Poleeces a favor cleanin' up this bar down on Bourbon called de Night of Joy. WHOA! An' dat Mrs. Levy done took me on as a projeck an send me back to school. Ooooweee! So I don't work for less than no minimal wage no more. I got air condition and a transistor radio an' I read this poem up there at the top o this page an I wrote it down in one of them tablets the big guy in that green hat like so much."

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"That sound jus like him. WHOA!"--Burma Jones, former porter and janitor, The Night of Joy Bar, Bourbon Street, New Orleans, Louisiana

Whatever happened to Burma Jones and all the other memorable character's ofA Confederacy of Dunces is anybody's guess. John Kennedy Toole committed suicide in 1969, never seeing his novel in print. The story of the publication of the book is as fascinating as the novel itself.

John Kennedy Toole was born in 1937, the son of John and Thelma Toole. Although a Catholic, he was educated in the public schools, as opposed to the parochial schools. Perhaps that's where Toole began to learn the dialect of New Orleans known as "Yat." He graduated high school at the age of sixteen, graduated with honors from Tulane in 1958, and had a Masters from Columbia in New York in 1959. He was working on his doctoral studies when called up for military service in 1961 and was stationed in Puerto Rico. It was there that he began the novel that would win him the Pulitzer Prize posthumously in 1981.

Toole returned from military service to his home city where he taught at St. Mary's Dominican College, Loyola's sister college, finishing his novel there. In 1964, Toole sent his manuscript to Simon and Schuster in New York. Senior Editor Robert Gottlieb worked with Toole through the year, resulting in many revisions. But Gottlieb ultimately told Toole by December the book was about nothing and dropped the project.

Until his death in 1969, Toole spiralled into alcoholism and depression. Towards the end of his life he became paranoid and delusional, believing that others were attempting to steal his book. At the age of 32, Toole committed suicide by sealing himself inside a garage, dying of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Toole's mother, Thelma submitted her son's novel to six publishing houses. All rejected the novel. She dogged Walker Percy's footsteps, literally pushing the manuscript into his hands, asking him to read her son's novel. Percy reluctantly agreed, but upon completing the read recognized that he had read something great. Through his efforts, the novel was published by LSU Press. The rest is history.

What is it that intrigues people about this book? What is it that makes some people despise it? Those readers familiar with New Orleans readily recognize that the city comes to life in Toole's novel. So do the myriad characters. The city districts, streets and stores are readily recognized. The unique accents of New Orleans multi-cultural population sing from the pages of this book. Those who have not been there cannot recognize the city and cannot believe such people exist. But, oh, they do.

Those readers who cannot abide the book inevitably find Ignatius Reilly the source of frustration. He is no hero. He has no ambition. He is content to be provided for by his mother and whatever Fate or Fortune brings. He is slothful, spoiled, and lazy. He rants at the perversion of modern society, but wants its conveniences.

His afternoons find him before the flickering screen of the television as he screams at...

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Each evening he attends the movies, eagerly awaiting his favorite film star's latest feature.

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He is banned from attending further screenings at the Old Prytania Theater after screaming the picture is an ABORTION!

But he returns to a downtown theater to catch her next feature and is HORRIFIED that she may end up in bed with her leading man!

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Ignatius Reilly is a man at odds with the modern world. He is drawn to it, but repelled by it. As was Miniver Cheevy, he was born too late. And he definitely called it fate, or at least the work of the fickle Goddess Fortuna, of whom Boethius, the last classical writer wrote in Ignatius's favorite book, The Consolation of Philosophy. As Walker Percy wrote in his foreword to the novel, Ignatius is an irascible Don Quixote jousting against the windmills of a world of which he would rather not be a part. He seeks to impose his own medieval philosophies on a city that would have it be Mardi Gras all year long. That's not going to happen in New Orleans.

Ignatius is forced into the outside world to get a job to pay off the costs of an automobile accident his mother had after a bit too much to drink in the Night of Joy bar that will figure prominently in the story. So Ignatius will find himself at work in the Levy Pant Factory in charge of filing, accompanied by Office Manager Gomez who doesn't manage much of anything, and Miss Trixie, long past retirement age, who would much rather be retired. Ignatius, a natural saboteur, soon finds himself unemployed. Next, he finds himself a street vendor of Paradise Hot Dogs, waddling along his appointed route, eating more of his ware than selling them.

Behind all the blare and bluster he exhibits, Ignatius is a bundle of insecurities, having left New Orleans only once in a traumatic trip to Baton Rouge where he might have had a teaching position but for his willful refusal to grade his students' papers. This gets him back home to the safety of his room, where he wiles away his time writing his magnum opus on his philosophy of life.

It is not that Ignatius hasn't had his chance at love, Myrna Minkoff, that "little minx" as he calls her, has attempted to bed him on more than one occasion, while they both attended college in New Orleans. However, Ignatius has firmly protected his virginity, taking matters in hand for necessary relief, but leaving himself celibate.

Myrna has gone back to New York and is constantly engaged in social protests of one form or the other. Her relationship with Ignatius continues by correspondence. She is relentless in her argument that he needs to free himself from his cloistered room, his mother to whom is too closely tied and find true freedom through just one cleansing natural orgasm. And his minx constantly hints that she is freed in this manner time and again through the interesting male individuals who attach themselves to her social causes.

Meanwhile, as Ignatius fails to bring home the bacon to pay off her accident costs, Irene, the doting mother is persuaded by her friend Santa Batagglia and her possible suitor Claude Robichaux that Ignatius has become insane. Irene begins to think that the only way to save Ignatius from himself is to have him committed to a hospital for the mentally ill.

Toole rolls to a tumultuous literary climax. All the characters with whom Ignatius has come into contact come together in a night of comedic chaos that may well determine Ignatius' fate. Will it be involuntary commitment to an asylum, or will it be freedom? Toole combines comedy and tragedy in an unforgettable novel that does make a reader laugh out loud and feel true pity for the man for whom Fortuna's wheel spins an unpredictable course.

Oooooweee! I'm all outta Dr. Nut. I got no Paradise Dogs. Just gonna have to pour me a Dr. Pepper and have me a Nathan's Dog. WHOA! All this writin's enough to turn a man into a vagran'.

n  FIVE FOR FIVE, Still crazy after all these years.n  n

n   “¡Qué falta de gusto y de decencia!” “¡Qué falta de teología y geometría!” n

A ver, que yo soy tan misántropo como el que más, el ser humano me da razones a diario para aumentar sin pausa el número de individuos e individuas a los que despreciar con toda el alma. Lo que inevitablemente me lleva a compartir con Ignatius Reilly, el egregio grandote con gorra de cazador protagonista de la novela, el pesimismo más atroz y para el que solo encuentro consuelo en la seguridad de que en pocos años todos estaremos comiendo mierda, y eso si hay para todos, como añade siempre mi primo con esa gracia que el diablo le dio. Si algo envidio de Ignatius Reilly es, sin duda, su desvergüenza en la falta de consideración que tiene con casi cualquier individuo o individua que se le cruza.

n   “Si un blanco de la clase media fuera lo bastante suicida como para sentarse a mi lado, imagino que lo golpearía sonoramente en la cabeza y en los hombros con una manaza, arrojando, con suma destreza, uno de mis cócteles molotov a un autobús en marcha atiborrado de blancos de clase media con la otra.” n

Pero aun así, me niego a ver a Ignatius Reilly como un ser tierno y entrañable malogrado por una sociedad decadente contra la que luchaba en una guerra desigual. Nadie va a convencerme de ello, ninguna conjura logrará tamaña majadería conmigo. ¿Un Don Quijote obeso? ¿Un Cristo moderno? Ignatius Reilly es un haragán, sexófobo, cobarde y pontificador de soberbia infinita y luces muy justitas que se comunica con el resto del mundo a través del desagrado y que despotrica contra todo lo que se mueve con una elegancia y una gracia, eso no se lo puedo negar, que en ocasiones nos divierte por su despropósito, que en otras nos indigna, sin dejar de divertirnos, por el reaccionario y casposo espíritu que lo inspira, y que en otras tantas más, aunque en mi criterio son las menos, nos asombra por la inesperada agudeza con la que saca los colores a la sociedad de su época, en realidad de cualquier época que sea posterior a la edad media.

Tan es así que me veo en el inevitable deber de llamar la atención de todos esos pancartistas pro-Ignatius con la débil esperanza de que no pierdan el norte. Todo tiene sus límites, hasta la empatía, la comprensión o la compasión. Que uno empieza riéndose con estos seres solitarios que se pasan el día hurgando en su sucio ombligo con restos de patatas fritas en el bigote, tendidos sobre sabanas mugrientas en camas a punto de venirse abajo, garabateando en su ordenador personal sus necedades sobre la planicidad de la tierra o la salud incólume de Elvis para finalmente descubrir, con el consiguiente cerrazón de nuestra válvula pilórica, que algún cabronazo ha reconducido su odio, los ha agrupado bajo un nombre y los ha convencido de que un salvador mesiánico llamado Trump ha venido a salvarles de una conspiración de pedófilos adoradores de satán o lo que viene siendo un asqueroso atajo de degenerados comunistas.

Y no crean que esta es otra de las exuberancias quiméricas de nuestro obeso amigo. Un grupo con tales fundamentos ha surgido en el país de Ignatius Reilly bajo el nombre de QAnon, y hasta una adepta, Marjorie Taylor Greene, se presentará al congreso por el partido republicano en el distrito 14 de Georgia con muchas posibilidades de salir elegida. Ante cosas así uno abraza sin pensar las ideas con las que Ignatius pretendía cambiar todos los gobiernos del mundo, apoyando a muerte a su partido SMTD, Salvar al Mundo a Través de la Degeneración, y ayudándole en su afán de infiltrar a “pervertidos” homosexuales en todos los Estados Mayores de los países con el fin de metarfosear las guerras en orgías. Al principio lo mismo perdemos el voto calvinista de los conservadores rurales, pero los inicios son siempre duros.

Quedan ustedes oficialmente avisados.

این کتاب از یک طرف به اندازه کافی ساده و بامزه است که برای سرگرمی بخوانید و از طرفی دیگر به اندازه کافی فلسفی است که بتوانید یک مقاله علمی را در این زمینه بنویسد.
داستان ایگنیشس جی رایلی در عین طنز بودن، به ما یادآوری می کند که هرگز از رویاهای خودمان دست نکشیم.
این در حالی است که جان کندی، نویسنده ی کتاب، پس از سالها تلاش برای انتشار اتحادیه ابلهان، افسرده شد و در سال 1969 در سن 31 سالگی خودکشی کرد. پس از مرگش، مادرش تلما، ارسال نسخه خطی به ناشران را ادامه داد و یازده سال بعد، در سال 1980، این کتاب چاپ شد. سال بعد، جان کندی تولز ی جایزه پولیتزر گرفت.
شاید اگر خودکشی نکرده بود و از رویایش دست نکشیده بود، زندگی جور دیگری برایش رقم می خورد.


مجسمه ی ایگنیشس جی رایلی در نیواورلینز

Amei esse livro ...um dos melhores livros que já li, e pensar que em 1969 seu autor se suicidou pq essa obra prima foi rejeitada por vários editores. Com certeza aquelas editoras publicaram várias porcarias naquela época, que hoje estão esquecidas , e deixaram de fora uma maravilha como essa.O escritor com certeza se suicidou por esse motivo porque uma vez disse :"se eu não for escritor não quero ser mais nada". A mãe de Toole não desistiu do sonho do filho, depois de insistir várias vezes, conseguiu que o livro fosse publicado em 1980. O livro foi um sucesso até ganhou o prêmio Pulitzer.

O livro é muito engraçado e conta basicamente a história de um menino que mora com sua mãe num bairro pobre de uma cidade americana. Ele é desajeitado e desajustado, um verdadeiro dom Quixote moderno. Ele só causa problemas. ..tudo o que ele faz dá errado...quase levando a pobre mãe à loucura. Ótimo livro!

An amazing book - the protagonist is soooooo annoying!!! yet via Toole's magic, I was riveted & in love soon enough. The audio book reader is wonderful too!!

Am I being unduly harsh giving this a mere “It’s OK”? Maybe. To hear some people describe it (even people I usually correlate well with), this book is a laugh-scream riot. Hopes grow even higher when you hear the story about Toole’s mother who, after his suicide, finally gets the thing published, then sits back to watch the prizes pour in. What I viewed as a miss may have been because the bar was so high. It could be, too, that I’m just not predisposed to dysfunctional characters, all bloated with self-importance. The protagonist (or antagonist depending on how you see him) is Ignatius J. Reilly. He’s decidedly offbeat, which is all well and good, but I just didn’t think he was funny. Not all guys with yinged-out hair are brilliant physicists either, much as we might surmise.

That’s just my opinion. Plenty of people disagree. It was a long time ago that I read it, so factor that in as well. Maybe guys like George Costanza have now gotten me used to whiny, self-centered anti-strivers as sources of humor.

I sometimes wonder why certain works are so polarizing. In this case I think lots of people saw a big misanthropic id running roughshod and had to laugh. Others of us were just annoyed. (Do I sound like a terrible curmudgeon right now? I just did a check on my sense of humor and found that it generally goes for sarcasm, irony, and even shtick. Must just have been this brand where I didn’t.)

Read for the group On the Southern Literary Trail

Bounce
BOUnce
BOUNCE
Oh man ughh ooohhhhh.
BOUNCE!
BOUNCE!!
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Oh thank goodness my pyloric valve finally opened. I didn't know I even had a pyloric valve until I met Ignatius J. Reilly. I had no idea that little valve could be so pesky. I can only hope it stays open long enough for me to write this review.

When a true genius appears, you can know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in a confederacy against him.
Jonathan Swift

Ignatius is trapped in the delusions of his own grandeur.

Ignatius embraces the philosophy of Boethius, a Roman philosopher that was roughly walking the planet around 525AD. "Boethius will show you that striving is ultimately meaningless, that we must learn to accept." He likes Boethius because he validates Ignatius's natural slothful inclination to do as little as possible.

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Boethius woodcut attributed to Holbein the Younger 1537.

In a short lived relationship with some black workers from a pants factory he discovered that they were striving for the wrong things. "In a sense I have always felt something of a kinship with the colored race because its position is the same as mine: we both exist outside the inner realm of American society. Of course, my exile is voluntary. However, it is apparent that many of the Negroes wish to become active members of the American middle class. I can not imagine why. I must admit that this desire on their part leads me to question their value judgments. However, if they wish to join the bourgeoisie, it is really none of my business. They may seal their own doom."

Ignatius is a guy that you don't want to work with. You don't want to live next to him. You certainly don't want to be related to him. He is bombastically opinionated, gaseous, arrogant, and looks at the world through a Ignatius kaleidoscope that has little resemblance to real life. For example after attempting to capture a stray cat on the street he is asked by his mother about some wounds on his hands. "I had a rather apocalyptic battle with a starving prostitute. Had it not been for my superior brawn, she would have sacked my wagon. Finally she limped away from the fray, her glad rags askew." Oh and did I mention that Ignatius is a compulsive liar. Every experience in his life is elevated to epic proportions.

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Speaking of epic proportions. There is a life size bronze statue of Ignatius on Canal Street in New Orleans.

He is supported by his mother, with some supplementary income from his half-hearted attempts to find employment, and keep employment himself. He explains his failure to stay employed to his mother. "Employers sense in me a denial of their values. They fear me. I suspect that they can see that I am forced to function in a century which I loathe." His mother paid for him to stay in college for 10 years living in poverty the whole time. She didn't see the changes in Ignatius that she expected for all that money spent. "You learned everything, Ignatius, except how to be a human being."

The first time I read this book I absolutely loved it. The second time the joy was similar, but every reading experience of a book is different. I remembered more than I thought from the first reading, a tribute to Toole's ability to tell a memorable story or at least create a monolithic character, but there were things that I feel I missed the first time around or certainly did not pay proper attention to. This book is funny. I snorted out loud. I found myself shaking my head, smiling, giggling, widening my eyes at the audacity of one Ignatius J. Reilly.
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John Kennedy Toole

John Kennedy Toole had an unhappy life and took his own life, unfortunately, before Ignatius was ever realized by the reading public. He had no idea that his character would become a descriptive term that even people who have never read the book will use in conversation, in some cases, without knowing the origin. The book is a bit fluffier than I remember, not a literary megalith, but certainly entertaining. If you decide to spend an afternoon with Ignatius you will laugh even if you don't want to, and as you turn the final pages you will wish that Toole had written just one more chapter or two.

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Easily the funniest book I’ve ever read. A masterful fugue of high and low comedy, the novel traces the exploits of Ignatius J. Reilly, thwarted author, philosopher, and medievalist, as he is tragically forced to divert energy from the writing of his magnum opus — a comparative history that will astonish a benighted world — in order to get a job. Interlaced through Ignatius’s epic employment journey (including stints as a hot dog vendor and filing clerk) is a cast of New Orleans eccentrics teetering on the underbelly of humanity. Thwarting Ignatius at every turn are his nemesis, former classmate Myrna Minkoff, with whom he exchanges frequent and furious letters, and his antagonist, the hapless Patrolman Mancuso, who has the audacity to mistake Ignatius for a vagrant.

The minor characters are drawn with a riotous precision reminiscent of Dickens; actually, the way they all come together at the end in a sort of circuitous unity is even more reminiscent of Dickens. However, no character ever conceived could match the genius that is Ignatius. A more pompous, ungrateful, obnoxious windbag is hard to imagine, yet Ignatius captivates partly because he IS so appalling. I made the mistake of reading this on an airplane once, and people three rows away turned around to see who was shrieking. It’s the only novel that has brought me to actual tears of laughter. And appropriately so, as beneath every stream of comedy is an undercurrent of tragedy, and the world — even the motley world of New Orleans — holds no place for a uselessly over-educated, dysfunctional misfit like Ignatius.

It’s interesting to note that John Kennedy O’Toole committed suicide in 1969 without ever seeing his work published. His mother discovered the manuscript after his death and finally saw it published in 1980. It won the Pulitzer Prize in 1981. A few years ago I attended a panel discussion with several of O’Toole’s former colleagues and friends, who said some of the descriptions of Ignatius strongly resembled one of their colleagues. Someone in the audience asked if that colleague ever recognized himself in the work, and the friend replied, “Oh no — he’d never read this sort of novel!” In fact, neither would Ignatius.

1. If you don't like this book, fine. But please, don't delude yourself into thinking you're the 'only person who's ever disliked it.' That's incredibly obnoxious since, obviously, there are a lot of people who don't like it. Look at the reviews.

2. If you don't like Ignatius, guess what: YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO! The book isn't called 'A Big Fat Likeable Guy'. Perhaps 'A Parade of Assholes' would have been more attuned to your sense of subtlety. The characters aren't supposed to be charming and faultless. They’re supposed to be (SPOILER) Dunces.

3. You're the generation that made Seinfeld nine seasons long and you were begging for more when it ended, so shut up about how 'nothing happens' in this book. You should be ashamed of yourselves.

I think I have a new favorite book. Certainly a book I will read again and one I didn’t want to put down my first go around. The story of Ignatius and his crusade against the world, making the long term lives of those he touched better off once they survived his initial destruction, was one non-stop laugh for me.

What made this book work so well was the lack of perfection. Though Ignatius was a total prick he was in a world of people just as bad (just better at hiding it) and though they all loathed him, all their lives were better by the end of the book because of him. (Well most of them)

One of the other aspects of this book I greatly enjoyed was the amount of dialogue. Firstly because dialogue filled text is such a quick read. While I don’t mind some exposition and non-dialogue text, the fact that the most of this book was told through conversations created vivid voices for all the characters. It also forced the book to show rather than tell and really fleshed out all of the characters.

حق دارید اگر اتحادیه ابلهان را با یک تردید جدی آغاز کنید. همه جا در موردش صحبت میکنند و تعریف های زیادی داخل وب و جراید و انواع لیست ها در موردش وجود دارد. حق دارید اگر فکر کنید که از آن دست عامه پسندهایی است که عموما کیفیت پایینی دارند اما به چاپهای ۲۰ و ۳۰ میرسند. اما کاملا در اشتباهید. اتحادیه ابلهان نه آن کتاب عامه پسندیست که همه از خواندنش لذت ببرند و نه آن داستان بی نظیریست که باید حتمن در زندگیتان خوانده باشید. یکتایی این کتاب از آن جهت است که آنقدر عذاب آور است که لحن طنزگونه اش مدام میسوزاند و شخصیت خواننده را تخریب میکند. با تک تک صفحاتش شکنجه خواهید شد و در نهایت از قله ای بلند سقوط خواهید کرد.

نمیدانم چند نفر تا حالا کتاب را در میانه رها کرده است اما مطمئنم تعداشان کم نیست. به پایان رساندن همچین کتابی برای خوانندگان معمولی اصلا کار ساده ای نیست. چون از لحاظ داستانی، این کتاب تقریبا چیزی برای ارائه ندارد. ساختار کلی رمان از چند داستان کوچکتر تشکیل شده است که به صورت موازی در جریان هستند و در نهایت در نقطه ای با همدیگر تلاقی پیدا خواهند کرد. این خرده داستان ها که همگی در ساده ترین حالت خود قرار دارند به شکلی کاملا یکنواخت و به دور از هیجان روایت می شوند و تقریبا در هیچ کجای مسیر اتفاق خارق العاده ای رخ نمی دهد اما همین بستر، زمینه را برای یکی از نقاط قوت کتاب فراهم کرده است و آن باور پذیری بسیار زیاد آن است.

شخصیت ها در اصیل ترین حالت خودشان قرار دارند و بهترین دیالوگ های ممکن را با همدیگر رد و بدل می کنند.

شخصیت ایگنیشس جی رایلی پررنگ ترین و جذاب ترین کاراکتر داستان است. کسی که از او متنفر خواهید شد، دوستش می دارید و درکش خواهیدکرد. به یاد ندارم با هیچ شخصیتی در دنیای ادبیات به اندازه ایگنیشز احساس همدردی کرده باشم. ایگنیشس کسی است که مدام احساس می کند برای زندگی داخل این تاریخ و این جامعه ساخته نشده است و دنکیشوت وار سعی میکند جامعه را به روش خودش اصلاح کند. چیزی که مدام باعث تباهی و فساد بیشتری می شود.
ایگنیشس و سایر کاراکترهای داستان در جامعه ی آمریکای مترقی زندگی میکنند. آمریکایی که به مهد دمکراسی و تجمل تبدیل شده است. ایگنیشس و سایرین می کوشند در این منجلاب و بلبشوی نوظهور زندگی کنند هر چند که هر کدام روش خود را برای این کار دارند. تنوع شخصیت ها آنقدر زیاد است که تقریبا همه چیزی را درون این رمان خواهید یافت. از یک تحصیل کرده ی بیکار و تنبل گرفته تا یک کارخانه دار بی انگیزه . شاهکار جان کندی تول همین پرداخت مناسب شخصیت های ساده اما بسیار واقعی است.

ترجمه:
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