The book is a fiction written in 1963, but only published in 1980 by the author mother after his suicide in 69.
I took the book and gave it a go truly because 1. I didn't have anything else to read, 2. Because the book had won the so called Pulitzer prize.
So I begun to unveil the life of Mr Ignatius Jacques Reilly, which even not knowing much about it, but by the foreword I was imagining had a lot in common with the author himself. I later found out that indeed they both had a lot in common.
The story is about this fat 30 years old guy, living with his momma in New Orleans, Luisiana, he has got all this ideas about politics, and all the revolutionary thought about changing the world. Slowly the story starts to unfold and you realize that all the characters in separated stories are going to get together like a puzzle. You find yourself laughing when he gives smart excuses not to work, or to get things the way he wants, a bit like a lot of people we know.
The last chapter you wonder how the whole book is going to close all the openings and give a plausible explanation to all that happened until then. But it does the work pretty well, I was happy with the ending, it could well have a Volume 2 if it wasn't for Mr Toole death, nevermind.
The book is good but maybe too much for a prize winner, just my opinion as always... I wouldn't recommend for everyone. Just about a book to read on your holidays, nothing to expect from.
(Book "borrowed" from Mar & Mar hotel at the Playa del Coco-Costa Rica)
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