For lack of anything more useful to do, besides donating money, reading the news and the blogs, and maybe signing up for the Red Cross volunteer course, MaudNewton.com continues its homage to literary New Orleans.
Dave G. passes along a link to Romanian poet and essayist Andrei Codrescu’s New Orleans Geographic, published earlier this month.
“I wonder,” says Dave, “what he’s doing now that his marvelous city is no longer a place where tourists can be mentally, poetically recast as scenery?” Dave finds himself “wishing everybody had a blog,” and being reminded, “on seeing all these bible-abusers blaming gays, of N’Orleans native Ignatius Riley’s speech on being almost arrested, in A Confederacy of Dunces:
Is it the part of the Police Departmant to harass me when this city is the flagrant vice capitol of the civilized world? This city is famous for its gamblers, prostitutes, exhibitionists, anti-christs, alchoholics, sodomites, drug addicts, fetishists, onanists, pornographers, frauds, jades, litterbugs, and lesbians. All of whom are only too well protected by graft. If you have a moment, I shall endeavor to discuss the crime problem with you, but don’t make the mistake of bothering me.
Yesterday Ana Maria of Out of the Woods Now sent along a link to “a general article mentioning many of New Orlean’s literary connections,” including Faulkner, Walker Percy, Sherwood Anderson, F. Scott Fitzgerald, O’Toole, and more. “I had no idea that they had a life-size bronze sculpture of Ignatius Reilly! Really!” she said. Continue reading…