Jake spouting nonsense about literature

 ...but that, on the lower frequencies, I speak for you? Yas Ellison. Love that ending king. Give us a spicy question to ponder 😍 As was pointed out in the notebook prompt from 10/12, this final question can seem like a turnaround from the initial tones and themes of the prologue. We go from a narrator caught up in his own invisibility and the peculiar facets of his experience to a narrator admitting, albeit apprehensively, that his entire tale which centers around surreal and unique circumstances could to some extent apply to anyone out there.  ...What happened?! This feels almost like a halfhearted attempt to connect with the reader last-minute, maybe after realizing that the audience needs an anchor to which the muddy, dreamlike information they have learned can be attached. And I suppose that part of me is tempted to criticize Ellison/the narrator/the nellison for ending in this way, uncharacteristic of the rest of the novel.  But another part of me says, I like this...

In a lapse of originality, I've taken up Mr. Mitchell's suggestion on my first post to continue the streak of comparing poetry to the books we discuss. The two pieces in question this time: Invisible Man and "Theme for English B."  I'll start by trying to unpack Theme first, then base the comparisons between the pieces on what we find in the poem. (It would be way too ambitious to do it the other way around and unpack everything in Invisible Man .)  The premise for Theme for English B is pretty straightforward  — our boi Langston explained it himself at the beginning: "The instructor said,      Go home and write      a page tonight.      And let that page come out of you—      Then, it will be true. " Then, Hughes spends the rest of the poem responding to the stated prompt. Simple enough, right? Well...   "I wonder if it's that simple?"    Based on the prompt, Hughes could have written just about ...

There's so much commentary to be made about the content of the chapters we've read so far, but this time I wanted to aimlessly ruminate about something tangent to all that.  I've always been getting caught up in this while reading and thinking about the book, and I suppose I want to articulate what's been bugging me throughout this whole unit. Invisible Man is one of the weirdest books I've ever read in terms of tone, voice, and general writing style. I feel like I'm on drugs when I read this book, but without the high. I don't even know what being on drugs is like, but I have a constant sense of being mystified, never being on top of things, never fully grasping the meaning of anything. I keep reverting to two words when describing large swaths of writing in this book: "fever dream." Am I just projecting my stress of not effectively keeping pace with some of the readings? No. There are truly many dreamlike qualities to the writing. And many scene...

Welcome back to comp-lit ... comp uter aring litera cy ture. The lit pieces of lit compared today:     Why did I decide to write about these? Well, I started off by thinking, Hmm, these pieces of writing somehow have a similar vibe . Then, what exactly is this vibe?  Both Native Son and "Three-Legged Chairs" have attached to them this persistent, nagging feeling like a rock in your gut. What's the right word for it? Desperation? Emptiness? Anguish? Torment? Hopelessness? It's safe to say that all of those words and many more factor into that feeling . But let's unpack it using those words to provide us some structure. Desperation : The fear within Bigger driving all of his actions manifests itself in his crimes during periods of desperation. Bigger lashes out at Gus out of desperation, having found no other way to escape the predicament of having to rob a white-owned store. Bigger's murder of Mary was an act of desperation to keep Mrs. Dalton from discovering...

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