![]() ![]() And his first job is at a hopeless clothing factory, Levy Pants, where the bookkeeper is senile (""Am I retired yet?"" she every so often asks no one in particular) and where the black factory workers use the machines for home sewing, since no one actually buys Levy Pants. ![]() Mother Reilly, however, backs him into another try at employment. Fastidious slob, rhetorical wreck in excellsis, Ignatius was once a grad student-but the trauma of a ride on a Greyhound Scenicruiser to Baton Rouge for a teaching-job interview has sworn him off work ever since. He's huge and obese, he lives with his widowed dipso mother in a ramshackle New Orleans half-house. Nut, virgin and lute player, writer-down of maledictions against contemporary society (in Big Chief writing tablets), owner of an erratic pyloric valve that gives him ""bloat,"" wearer of desert boots, tweeds, and a green hunting cap with flaps. Reilly-reader of Boethius and drinker of bottle after bottle of Dr. A masterpiece of character comedy finally published more than ten years after its writing, thanks to novelist Walker Percy-who furnishes a foreword. ![]()
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