O where to begin! I’ve had a copy of The Invisible Man for 20 years give or take. And what can I say except; Ellison is just a plain old rambling man. I’ve tried to read that book over and over and I just can’t get through it. I lose interest faster than my 4 year old can turn his nose up and scowl at a plate of broccoli. Ellison is the type of writer whose voice is not unlike that of Charlie Brown’s teacher. It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t over use parentheses and run off into tangents that go nowhere and stall the story. He is just a very wordy mutha fucka and I give up. I’m getting rid of the book. I can go to my grave without regret that I’ve missed out because I know that if I force myself to read every single page of that book, I’ll feel cheated. I would have surrendered part of my life to Ellison and I can just see him in the here after pointing and laughing saying, “gottcha sucka.” Of course that was the short version. Ellison would use at least 1000 words to say that much.
September 15, 2011 UPDATE: Okay, I confess. I read the book after all. I just couldn’t let it go. And let me tell ya: Reading that book was not unlike being force fed - you know, like in that scene in The Human Centipede when the Japanese dude finally craps and the German doctor strokes the hair of the girl sewn to said dude’s ass and calmly says, “Swallow it.” All in all, I’m glad I read it. I’ll spare you the 500 plus pages and just tell you that not all people are honest or nice and if you allow yourself to be led by the nose for too long, you’ll end up walking blindly into an uncovered manhole (no pun) in the dead of night. Cheers!
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