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Senior Seminar: Techniques of the Observer May 17, 2011
On Ellisons experience with the modern literature of Ezra Pound, Ford Madox Ford, Gertrude Stein, Sherwood Anderson, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and, most notably, T.S. Eliot, until round about til I was come to Melville and Twain: Even then a process which I described earlier had begun to operate. The more I learned of literature in this conscious way, the more details of my background became transformed. I heard undertones in remembered conversations which had escaped me before, local customs took on more universal meaning, values which I hadnt understood were revealed; some of the people I had known were diminished while others were elevated in stature. More important, I began to see my own possibilities with more objective, and in some ways, more hopeful eyes (160).
…it is through our names that we first place ourselves in the world. Our names, being the gift of others, must be made our own… From the dim beginnings, before I ever thought consciously of writing, there was my own name, and there was, doubtless, a certain magic in it. From the start I was uncomfortable with it, and in my earliest years it caused me much puzzlement. Neither could I understand what a poet was, nor why, exactly, my father had chosen to name me after one. Perhaps I could have understood it perfectly well had he named me after his own father, but that name had been given to an older brother who died and thus was out of the question. But why hadnt he named me after a hero, such as Jack Johnson [a boxer], or a soldier like Colonel Charles Young, or a great seaman like Admiral Dewey, or an educator like Booker T. Washington, or a great orator and abolitionist like Frederick Douglass? Or again, why hadnt he named me (as so many Negro parents had done) after President Teddy Roosevelt? (Ellison 147, 150-151).
Instead, he named me after someone called Ralph Waldo Emerson, and then, when I was three, he died. It was too early for me to have understood his choice, although Im sure he must have explained it many times, and it was also too soon for me to have made the connection between my name and my fathers love for reading. Much later, after I began to write and work with words, I came to suspect that he was aware of the suggestive powers of names and the magic involved in naming (Ellison 151).
I recall finding [during my early school years]…while seeking adventure in back alley…a large photographic lens…mounted handsomely in a tube of shiny brass, it spoke to me of distant worlds of possibility. I played with it, looking through it with squinted eyes, holding it in shafts of sunlight, and tried to use it for a magic lantern. But most of this was as unrewarding as my attempts to make music come from a phonograph record by holding the needle in my fingers. I could burn holes through newspapers with it, or I could pretend that it was a telescope, the barrel of a canon, or the third eye of a monster I being the monsterbut I could do nothing at all about its proper function of making images; nothing to make it yield its secret. But I could not discard it (Ellison 153).
What does Ellisons anecdote about the camera lens suggest about his use of (and allusions to) one-eyed figures throughout Invisible Man ? (List them before responding. I will add them below.)
Bledsoe shielding Mr. Nortons view of the area outside the school (102) Narrator describes the reason for Cliftons death (469) Homer Barbees sermon with his dark glasseswhich shield his blindness Theyve been dispossessed of an eye since the day they were born… (343) I had a notion that she saw only me…. (41?) Being blindfolded within the battle royale (22)
Why does this suggest about the writers constant struggle with the idea of representation? (Does the cameras picture, for writers like James and Ellison, solve such a struggle?) Why does Ellison insist, in his epilogue, Im invisible, not blind (576)?
In order to orient myself I also began to learn that the American novel had long concerned itself with the puzzle of the one-and- the-many; the mystery of how each of us, despite his origin in diverse regions, with our diverse racial, cultural, religious backgrounds, speaking his own diverse idiom of the American with his own accent, is, nevertheless, American. And with this concern with the implicit pluralism of the country and with the composite nature of the ideal character called the American, there goes a concern with gauging the health of the American promise, with depicting the extent to which it was being achieved, being made manifest in our daily conduct… I would no more strive to write great novels by leaving out the complexity of circumstances which go to make up the Negro experience and which alone go to make the obvious injustice bearable, than I would think of think of preparing myself to become President of the United States simply by studying Negro American history or confining myself to studying those laws affecting civil rights (165).
By the end of the novel, what are some of the most prominent scenes that complicate the experience of the invisible man? (Remember the roles of dolls, mannequins, and spectacles-- anonymous notesunanswered questions-- thwarted sexual encountershiding places…)