“I am an invisible man. No I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allen Poe: Nor am I one of your Hollywood movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids - and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, simply because people refuse to see me.” —Ralph Ellison
Invisible Man is a classic. But does that mean Ellison’s unfinished second novel Juneteenth deserved to be published?
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