Ellison's second act, visible at last

In 1952 the reading world was dazzled by Invisible Man, the story of an anonymous black youth growing up in the aggressively racist milieu of early-20th-century America. A 1965 survey of 200 prominent literary figures pronounced Invisible Man the greatest American novel since World War II. In the near half-century since the appearance of Ellison's first novel, readers have hungered for his second. He began writing it in 1951 and died in 1994 before completing it. In the meantime he'd written dozens of essays whose extraordinary brilliance made many, in the words of novelist David Bradley, "wonder if we have not been waiting for the wrong thing." Yet neither of Ellison's essay collections (Shadow and Act and Going to the Territory) aroused excitement like the news that a book-length section of his unfinished manuscript would be published this summer as Juneteenth. An eager public is already asking whether the book will measure up to Invisible Man. It's the wrong question.

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Juneteenth
by Ralph Ellison (Random House, $25)

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The new book comes from a wilder narrative country. If Invisible Man can be called an American Portrait of the Artist, then Juneteenth is Ulysses. It is far more layered and more subtly allusive than its predecessor, depends more heavily on stream-of-consciousness style, and makes greater demands on any reader who would seek to grasp it whole. Nor are the settings of Juneteenth sharply rendered social and physical scenes like the segregated South and the '30s Harlem negotiated by Invisible Man. The landscapes are almost entirely psychological and dialogical, and much easier to get lost in.

Finally, the new novel is no bildungsroman chronologically arranged to mirror a child's gradual maturation into a self. Juneteenth is an unbildungsroman if you will, whose formal derangements reflect a grown man's narrowly crafted, carefully managed false self coming undone.

Bliss, a child born of a white mother who disappears and a father who is never identified, is raised by a black jazz musician, Hickman, later a revivalist minister. The youth leaves his foster father and his name behind to become an itinerant filmmaker and con artist sometimes called Movie Man. Whether he is actually white or passes for white is left ambiguous, but he looks white. Eventually, having reinvented himself one last time, he gains a seat in the US Congress as Senator Sunraider.

The narrative begins in the early '50s, when the famously bigoted Sunraider is shot while addressing the Senate, and Hickman arrives at the hospital to maintain a vigil by his side. In conversations interspersed with interior monologues, the two men recall events that bound and divided them. And we realize that Sunraider's old name, the one Hickman gave the baby he midwifed into the world, still applies: "I'll call him Bliss," Hickman had mused long ago, "because they say that's what ignorance is."

As the wounded Sunraider alternately sinks into delirium and resurfaces, his memories swing from childhood to adulthood and back again. He remembers his early playmates, his fling as a young man with a beautiful black Oklahoma woman (The New Yorker recently published an abridgement of this part as a love story), and a Juneteenth festival during a time when he, as the 6-year-old Reverend Bliss, co-leads religious revivals with Daddy Hickman.

One of the best sermons the pair delivers in brilliant call-and-response style is their commemoration of Juneteenth, or June 19, 1865, when a Yankee troop informed Texas slaves of their freedom, two years after the Emancipation Proclamation. Bliss grows up in ignorance, too, but his is willed. He refuses to learn that he is most free when held in the strong embrace of his black community.

The reader, on the other hand, knows this. Sister Georgia rescues little Bliss from a fracas a white woman causes in the Juneteenth tent, and outside Sister Georgia's remote house in the woods, as she and the boy chatter about ordinary things, the world grows subtly magical. They watch the reflections of stars on the water in a well, their voices drifting down into the quiet pool. Bliss quotes verses from the Book of Job. He and Sister Georgia pull up a melon chilled among the watery stars. They share deliciously cool red slices. Bliss learns not to spit seeds into the yard. He pees bravely into the darkness. He is tucked into bed, for the first time feeling that he's met his mother; yet he's teased by a more mysterious longing, too. It's night, the boy wants the mother he's never known, he's aware of Sister Georgia in more than just a little-boy way—I've read nothing so exquisite anywhere, ever; nothing as earthy, funny, subtle, sweet, and real. Yet the episode is complex, and not merely Eden seen through a golden haze of nostalgia; Bliss' time at Sister Georgia's house ends in his tragic expulsion from the garden.