Imagine Don Quixote as an overweight, unemployed thirty-year-old who lives on soda and Doris Day movies–and who lives off of his mother–running around The Big Easy quoting Boethius while vocally condemning the city and its citizens for their “lack of theology and geometry.”
A Confederacy of Dunces is an American picaresque, a comic masterpiece by the late John Kennedy Toole featuring a misanthrope with a superiority complex and serious digestive trouble who has never actually accomplished anything causing hilarious chaos all over New Orleans while causing plenty of his own misfortune–such as falling in front of a street bus after being attacked by a cockatoo.
Oh yeah, and it won the Pulitzer Prize in 1981 years after the author killed himself and his mother bugged Southern novelist Walker Percy to read it until he finally did and championed its publication.
Buy it on Amazon.
Or you could read some post-modernist bullshit.