Augustus Carp, which so far has proved to be one of the funniest books I’ve read in a long time. Augustus, the narrator of his own life as he sees it, is magnificently pompous, self-righteous and completely hypocritical. He has much in common with Ignatius Reilly in A Confederacy of Dunces, and I wonder if John Kennedy Toole had read it before he put pen to paper.
