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To: Dayuhan who wrote (36729)	8/31/1999 2:55:00 AM
From: JF Quinnelly	Respond to of 71178

Yeah, Ignatius and his mom wanted to stay in the bar and wait for the depravity to begin.

To: Dayuhan who wrote (36729)	8/31/1999 8:37:00 AM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 71178

My old boyfriend, Justin, would have been perfect to play Ignatius. Very much a New Orleans guy, he lived with his mother until she died. He does play bit parts, very small bit parts, in movies shot in New Orleans, he was in that Coen brothers movie shot down there, can't remember the name, the one with the gangsters. That's the only one I've seen. The thing that amazes people about Confederacy of Dunces is the oddness of the characters, I think. But if you actually lived in New Orleans, you wouldn't think they were so odd. The only place I know of that is even similar is Baltimore. Everyone thinks John Waters is so strange, which he is, but he's also very Baltimore. There's this subculture, lower middle class, urban, mixed Italian/German/Irish, with very garish, trashy taste, and New Orleans is full of them. The entire Ninth Ward of New Orleans, and out by the lake, and all of St. Bernard Parish, and most of Jefferson Parish, is full of the most bizarre people, but they all think they are normal and we are weird. They're called "yats", because they greet each other saying, "Where y'at, dawlin'?" The accent is very much like Brooklyn. People who really like chihuahuas, and pink flamingo lawn ornaments. The men still walk around in those sleeveless undershirts, and the women still tease their hair. I think their kids all have long hair and wear teeshirts that say Def Leopard, or whatever. I haven't spent much time there since we moved away 11 years ago, probably the tee shirts say something else now, but the pink flamingos are still there, I am sure of it. That's the real New Orleans. There are also very cultured people in New Orleans, one percent of the population, max.