Adventures in Cultural Consumption:

Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison: This pretty much has to be the other contender for "Great American Novel," does it not? All that symbolic and expressionistic writing--very Dostoevskian, in its way--piled on top of a narrative that marked a track not unlike the one Malcolm X would go down ten years later--with some different beats--and that ending. I pretty much need to find a job where I can teach politics and literature to get some students talking about the last ten pages.

I've had the good fortune so far this year to read a number of books of higher-than-average quality, but this was certainly the best.

And, in a connection I'm sure Ellison wouldn't mind, this most elegant reflection on the life and worth of Earl Scruggs.

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