For a book written in 1963, the Confederacy of Dunces has aged surprisingly little. Sure, the references to life in New Orleans are dated, but the characters are timeless. While a modern version of Ignatious J. Reilly would be more comfortable with blogging than writing tablets, he could as well be a highly-paid political commentator, searching for the next thing to be offended by. And while there are plenty of other dunces in the book, none of them are as entertainingly venomous as him.