The end

I really enjoyed reading Invisible Man, it was thought provoking, but also had some sense of plot and action. The ending, however, did not live up to my expectations. Perhaps the prologue set my expectations too high. Maybe I was too enticed by learning how the narrator set up 1369 light bulbs to realize that this book isn't a work of science fiction and that this setup wouldn't be explained. What ever the cause was, I do not think that Ellison could logically position the prologue at the end of Invisible Man and maintain coherency.
The first problem of the connection is about the narrator's self image. The narrator seems happy of his invisibility in the prologue. It appears that he is in complete control of it and can use it to his advantage. However, in the end of the book, the narrator seems to just have realized his invisibility and is not to sure of it. He definitely doesn't know if it's a good thing. All that he can do with it is to impersonate very different people, while hardly altering his physical appearance (as if he is invisible). I think that in order for the prologue to match up with the conclusion, Ellison should include an event where the narrator is consciously using his invisibility to accomplish a goal (his last work with the Brotherhood doesn't count, he accomplished something with his invisibility, but it was not what he intended).
Another problem with the connection is about the narrator's personality. In the prologue, he wants to have five phonographs to surround himself with music. Where is this love of music in the main text of the novel? The only time I remember music being mentioned is at the party in the Chthonian when Brother Jack get enraged at a man for requesting the narrator to sing spirituals. For me, the biggest issue in this category is disconnect with the power company issue. Not once during the novel does the narrator complain about the power company's exorbitant rates. I don't even recollect the narrator talking about money after he pays Mary back. I just assumed that the Brotherhood took care of everything financial, yet here he is, complaining that he was swindled out of lots of money.

An exquisite piece of mechanical genius...

Racist Americana aside, that dancing Sambo doll seems really cool. Its only 25 cents and houses a mechanism that makes it dance and shake and all you have to do is pull its head! Where can I get one?
...ebay!

Wait. So the title says it's a "Mechanical Moving Toy," but in the image of the back of the envelope, it's branded an "Amazing Dancing Sambo Illusion." There's a picture of a setup with one string tied from the doll to a chair, and the other from the doll to a pencil on a table. This isn't amazing at all, it's a SCAM. Why would anyone pay $59.95 (plus shipping) for a piece of paper and a string? Hell, they probably don't even include the pencil! Baah, what a racist capitalist scumy ripoff. Surely there has to be a real dancing Sambo out there.

Here's the real dope. It's even 10% off, just $359.99! So you're saying I can spend $360 on a figurine that's missing it's left arm and attaches to a bouncy wooden platform? No thanks. For under $200, I could make an electronic, motorized, dancing figure that can shout obscenities at people as they walk past. All you need is an arduino, 4 servos, a gyroscope, a microphone, a speaker, and some 3D printed parts. Come on people, this is the 21st century, get this crap off of ebay.

Seven Women

I liked the theme of the poem Isabel read in class last Friday. The poem "Four Women" was visibly simple, but also had multiple analytic meanings. I think it would be fun to write a couple more stanzas for the poem. Here's my shot:

My skin is white
my hair is straight
My manner sassy
and my ride's not late
My parents have money
why, isn't that funny!
And what do I call me?
My name is Amanda Jones
My name is Amanda Emilia Jones

My skin is mixed
my hair is rough
I work at McDonald's
cooking your stuff
My mother was an immigrant
Arizona thinks we're illegitimate
And what do they call me?
My name is Maria
My name is Maria

My skin is olive
my hair in a bun
I'll work in a sweatshop
until the day's past done
Life in America had promise
if only they weren't dishonest
What do they call me?
My name is Ita
My name is Ita

1,369 light bulbs

In my hole in the basement there are exactly 1,369 lights. I've wired the entire ceiling, every inch of it. And not with fluorescent bulbs, but with the older, more-expensive-to-operate kind, the filament bulbs. An act of sabotage, you know. (Page 7, Prologue)

   What does this implicate? 1,369 light bulbs is a hell of a lot of light bulbs. Assuming that the light bulbs used were GE's Mazda light bulb, which used 50 watts of power and were prevalent from 1909 to 1945, this array would come out to 68450 watts, or 68.45KW. Furthermore, assuming that this part of the story takes place in the 1930's, the average cost of electricity was 6.08 cents/KWHr, meaning that it would cost 6.08 cents to light a 1000 watt light bulb for 1 hour. Adjusted for inflation, this becomes 87 cents/KWHr; most electricity today is priced at around 11 cents/KWHr.
   To power all of the narrators light bulbs for just one hour would cost nearly $60 in today's money. The cost of powering all of the light bulbs for 8 hours a day, 365 days a year would cost a staggering $173,890 (or $12,152 in the narrators time). That's enough money per year to buy not one, but TWO "ultra-luxury V-16 Cadillacs!"
   How much space do the light bulbs take up? The narrator claims to have only setup the ceiling (the walls are coming next) with the 1,369 bulbs. Assuming that the bulbs used are Mazdas, which are 7.75 inches long by 3.25 inches in diameter, the array would come out to be 37 by 37 bulbs. If there is only 1 inch between each bulb, the dimensions of the ceiling needed would be approximately 13 by 13 feet (not including space for the holders or wiring). These lights had less than 10% efficiency (45 watts go to heat, 5 go to light) and would produce just over 60KW of heat. Going out on a limb, this would be equivalent to having 15 of these "Premium Large Muffle Furnaces" all opening into one room. Toasty!
   Although "stealing power from the white companies" sounds really cool, it would probably just end up frying the narrator to a crisp in his hole. Maybe he should have just bought two Cadillacs instead.

What if Bigger...

When I first found myself reading Native Son, I was pained to the point of wanting to stop reading due to the poor choices Bigger made (or almost made). This first came along in the bar scene where, after learning about his new job, Bigger decided to rob a white man’s shop. I wanted to yell at him, telling him to grow up and take the job; thankfully, he did, but not after cutting the pool table and fighting with his friends trying to convince them to rob the shop, even though Bigger wasn’t fully onboard with the plan either.

What if Bigger had decided to rob Blum’s? Well he probably wouldn’t have ended taking the job at the Dalton’s, hiding for fear of recognition. His family would be disappointed and run out of relief food, out of embarrassment, and fear, Bigger probably wouldn’t return home. Although he would never be sentenced to death for the murder of Marry Dalton, the law probably would catch up to him and he would end up in jail.

There are so many of these forks that Bigger encountered in the book. What are some of his experiences that you found the most harrowing?