Review by Choice Review
Offering a biography of Ellison that is neither exalting nor doctrinaire, Rampersad (Stanford) makes no excuses, appreciates where permissible, and is negatively critical when necessary. This is a carefully and minutely researched, inductive reaction to a writer who produced a masterpiece, Invisible Man, early on and little else after of such stature. Being a black writer, Ellison could not escape into the shelter of eccentricity as did J. D. Salinger. Rampersad places biographical material side by side with the critical praise for Invisible Man that neglects to mention the failed expectation, the public and professional persona versus the elitism adhered by Ellison--a perfectionist author who left at his death only a fragment of a second novel. Ellison cast himself as a follower of Emerson and Melville, and he received deserved honors that in the long run categorized him as an integrationist who denied separate-but-equal status. However one looks at it, two possible flaws are at work here: the more obvious condemnation of race and the glory train of academic honors that prevented further fiction. Including a generous sampling of photographs, this book is rich in anecdotal material of the literary world to which Ellison belonged. Summing Up: Essential. Upper-division undergraduates through faculty; general readers. A. Hirsh emeritus, Central Connecticut State University
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Review by New York Times Review
RALPH ELLISON burned out as an artist under excruciating circumstances. His failure to complete a second novel after his landmark book, "Invisible Man," exploded onto the scene in 1952 was already a source of pain just six years later, when he wrote to Saul Bellow about having a "writer's block as big as the Ritz." His suffering intensified as the years rolled by and contemporaries like Bellow (Ellison's onetime housemate), John Cheever and Bernard Malamud all capitalized on their talents and moved on into prolific maturity. His predicament was worsened by the feeling that he had failed not only himself but the broader black society whose aesthetic he had hoped to champion in a great book that would rival "Moby-Dick." Ellison's sense of himself as the literary deliverer of an entire race was, at first, merely naïve. It turned poisonous as his powers drained away and African-American successors began to appear on the horizon. By the 1970s, he had evolved, or declined, into what one of those successors, Toni Morrison, stingingly described as "a black literary patrician." He lectured from on high about the art he himself struggled to practice even as he passed harsh judgment on black writers he either feared might eclipse him or who had simply strayed onto what he regarded as his turf. By demeaning those writers, he was turning back the clock to a time when he was still young and productive - and regarded by the white literary establishment as the only black writer who mattered. This posture cut him off from black people in general, and especially from younger black writers who might have shown the way out of the corner into which he had painted himself. Ellison occasionally said his novel, perpetually in progress, was in the home stretch, as he promised in 1994, not long before his death at the age of 80. He was either lying to himself or vamping for time until he could steal away into the grave. Thanks to Arnold Rampersad's illuminating and richly reported new book, "Ralph Ellison: A Biography," we can now see that Ellison had been trapped for decades in a shape-shifting monster of a novel he must have known deep down he would never bring home. Rampersad, a professor of English at Stanford, is uniquely qualified to examine the Ellison case, having brushed up against it while writing his celebrated biography of Langston Hughes, Ellison's onetime friend and mentor. This book places its subject in his historical and literary context and traces Ellison's trajectory from his beginnings in segregated Oklahoma City, where he grew up with American apartheid still firmly in place. Arrogance and hauteur were family traits that burned brightly even in Ellison's aunt Lucretia, who worked as a laundress. His father, Lewis, kept the wolf from the family door by delivering ice and coal in a horsedrawn wagon. He was lifting a large block of ice when it shattered, sending a shard into his stomach. He died at the age of 39, leaving his wife and two children too poor even to bury him. The corpse had begun to rot in the Oklahoma heat by the time Ralph's mother, Ida, found the nursemaid's job that paid for the burial. Ida, who warned her son often against the sin of Ellison pride, later worked as a hotel maid and janitor. The young Ellison endured "years of shabby rented rooms, hand-me-down clothing, second-rate meals, sneers and slights from people better off, and a pinched, scuffling way of life," Rampersad writes. He read widely in high school but performed erratically in the classroom and was in no position to expect entry to college. Even so, he fantasized about attending Harvard or Juilliard and dreamed of becoming a classical composer who would carry black musical idioms into the wider, whiter world and be praised by other blacks "as a credit to the race," Rampersad says. In Riverside Park, Manhattan, July 1986. Below right: in the 1950s. Instead, Ellison became a skilled trumpet player and enrolled as a music student at Tuskegee Institute in Alabama. Tuskegee, which had been founded as a vocational school for black people, was hardly the perfect place for a budding artist. Nevertheless, Ellison got a job at the campus library and began to read extensively. He read the moderns and was especially attracted to three 19th-century classics, "Crime and Punishment," "Wuthering Heights" and "Jude the Obscure" - each featuring, as Rampersad notes, "a misunderstood young man, ambitious, tormented, transgressive." These books would directly influence "Invisible Man." Mired in a financial crisis, Tuskegee's administration announced that its curriculum would soon revert to its previous "pattern of practical application," that is, to vocational training. It spelled the end of the music school, so in July 1936, Ellison hopped on a bus to New York and landed conveniently at the YMCA on 135th Street - the living room for what remained of the defunct Harlem Renaissance. The very next morning, Rampersad writes, "good luck appeared in the lobby in the persons of Alain Locke and Langston Hughes," poets who both took a nurturing interest in Ellison. So did Richard Wright, the best-known black novelist of the day, and a Communist; he gave Ellison, who likewise flirted with Communism, his first writing assignment, a book review (of a novel) for a radical black publication, New Challenge. Wright also urged Ellison to write his first short story and helped him to get a job with the New York Writers' Project, part of the Federal Works Progress Administration. Hughes and Wright would both receive less than their due in Ellison's account of his rise as a literary man. In less than a decade, Ellison had gone from an aspiring musician who had never published a line to the cusp of creating one of the most important novels of the 20th century. It told a story of a young black man whose experiences - at a Southern college, in Harlem, in and out of the Communist Party - mirrored Ellison's own. Wildly inventive and even hallucinatory at times, "Invisible Man" expanded the sense of what was possible in a novel. It also provided a vivid and original portrait of black American life at the time. But Ellison lost his literary mojo not long after the novel appeared in bookstore windows. He continued to write important essays - some of them included in the well-regarded book "Shadow and Act" - but no second novel appeared. Why? In later years, he would say his new novel, even more ambitious than the first, had been permanently set back when crucial sections of the book were destroyed in a fire at his country house in the Berkshires in 1967. This was untrue. Soon after the blaze, Ellison wrote the critic Nathan Scott that he'd "fortunately had a full copy" of all the work he'd done before that summer," a period in which, Rampersad adds, Ellison had written little. Seven years later, Ellison claimed he'd lost 365 pages, along with subtleties, rhythms and ideas he suspected he might never recover. He bumped up the damage yet again a decade after that, saying he had "lost some 500 pages" in the Berkshire disaster, though he said he "still had another 1,000." The posthumous shadow of a novel, "Juneteenth," was cobbled together from the vast manuscript Ellison left behind and published in 1999. By then, however, people had speculated for decades about what had caused him to break down. The critic Stanley Crouch, a friend of Ellison's, believed he was paralyzed by the belief that he was obligated to produce an epic work. Bellow blamed the professor and critic Stanley Edgar Hyman, who, though he had helped Ellison give shape to "Invisible Man," had also, in Bellow's view, "encouraged Ralph to be ponderous." Rampersad argues that Ellison had begun to lose the way of seeing that had informed "Invisible Man" as early as 1955, in part because he had come to view everyday life through an obscuring thicket of myths, symbols and archetypes. At the same time, Ellison withdrew from the Harlem community that had served as the storehouse of images and energies for the first book. "Ralph talked about the chaos of 125th Street in Harlem, but he was not writing (as he had in parts of 'Invisible Man') as if he were an insider there," Rampersad reports. Indeed, because of "a growing distance between himself and the black social reality about him," he "was finding it hard to turn that reality into fiction" of any kind. As the decades wore on, with no second novel written, he seemed ever more protective of his position as the ranking black novelist of the day and as the only black person in whatever room he happened to be standing in at the time. After he was elected to the Century Association, the venerable Manhattan club that had made him its first black member in 1964, he opposed the admission of women and seemed, Rampersad observes, "almost as opposed, in practice, to admitting other blacks." HE could be damaging even to black writers he claimed to like. The poisonous letter of recommendation he wrote in support of James Alan McPherson's candidacy for a MacArthur Foundation fellowship reminds one of Saturn devouring one of his children. Baroque in tone but unerringly nasty, the letter resembled a similar one written for the narrator of "Invisible Man" by Dr. Bledsoe, the head of the all-black Southern school that the narrator attends before he is cast out and starts on his journey to New York. Persuaded he is the most significant and most qualified Negro alive, Bledsoe is loath to see his authority diminished by garden-variety Negroes. "I didn't make" the world, he tells the narrator. "But I've made my place in it and I'll have every Negro in the country hanging on tree limbs by morning if it means staying where I am." Most readers see Bledsoe as an unalloyed villain. Ellison viewed him as "the epitome of Negro psychological and even spiritual ingenuity in response to white terror." This appraisal explains a good deal about Ellison's behavior toward other black people during his lifetime, but especially near the end, when he was trying to remain central in a world that was rapidly passing him by. Ellison was trapped in a shape-shifting monster of a novel he must have known deep down he would never bring home. Brent Staples writes editorials on politics and culture for The Times and is the author of "Parallel Time," a memoir.
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Review by Booklist Review
Time has reduced Ralph Ellison's image to that of a one-book wonder, a famous and esteemed black author estranged from black people. Rampersad offers a nuanced look at the complex and enigmatic author of the highly acclaimed Invisible Man (1952). The breakthrough novel, a first-person allegorical narrative plumbing race and identity, was widely believed to be autobiographical. It was not, but it did have parallels to Ellison's life and was amazingly prescient about the racial violence that was to come in the 1960s, a period when Ellison distanced himself from the turmoil in urban black America. Ellison arrived in New York in 1936, and his love of literature and yearning for an intellectual's life led him to embrace communism and eventually to develop close friendships among struggling authors and later literary lions, including Langston Hughes, Saul Bellow, Robert Penn Warren, and John Cheever. Despite the passion he displayed in essays on music, literature, and race relations, Ellison could be quite cool in relationships with his family, his wife, rising black authors, and friends who offended him. With driving ambition, Ellison garnered for himself many accolades and awards. But this highly individualistic author could not get beyond the distrust he provoked in black people who were seeking iconic racial solidarity. Nor could Ellison overcome the anguished paralysis that kept him from producing another novel. With access to Ellison's papers, Rampersad evokes the personal and artistic struggles of an unyielding man as well as the literary and political times in which he lived and on which he left an enduring impression. --Vanessa Bush Copyright 2007 Booklist
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
Rampersad's new biography sweeps every cobweb out of every nook and cranny of the life of Ralph Ellison (1913-1994), author of one of the seminal works of 20th-century fiction, Invisible Man. Rampersad, a professor of humanities at Stanford and biographer of Langston Hughes, was given unprecedented access to Ellison's extensive correspondence, and it shows: he seems to leave nothing out, including every cold Ellison ever came down with, though the details often add nothing to the developing portrait. The details will make this the definitive biography for now, but work remains to be done, because Rampersad fails to address the lasting question of Ellison's legacy: why he could never produce a second novel in his lifetime. (The biographer doesn't cover the posthumous publication of Ellison's unfinished Juneteenth.) Ellison never truly embraced the Civil Rights movement, quietly supporting the fight from afar while maintaining that his writing would represent his contribution to the cause. Still, Rampersad does plot how Ellison drew on his experiences in Jim Crow America to produce his groundbreaking novel. He reveals Ellison to have been prickly, short-tempered, self-absorbed and chronically bad to women, but also charming enough to win over influential people. Rampersad provides a wealth of material about Ellison, but synthesizing it all will be up to readers to do for themselves. 24 pages of photos. 40,000 first printing. (Apr.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
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Review by Library Journal Review
In this comprehensive biography, Rampersad (humanities, Stanford Univ.; Jackie Robinson: A Biography) provides a fantastic account of one of the most renowned authors of the 20th century, examining both his writings and their historical importance. Ralph Ellison (1913-94) spent seven long years working on the literary masterpiece Invisible Man, which explored humankind's search for identity and place in society and which won Ellison international acclaim and the 1952 National Book Award, among other accolades. Rampersad suggests that Ellison's intent was to incorporate blacks into history through this novel, which he wanted to become a great work of art. His insight into Ellison's life provides readers with a deep knowledge of the man, his work, and the time period. Written in thorough detail and with great passion, this is is recommended for public and academic libraries. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 12/06.]-Susan McClellan, Avalon P.L., Pittsburgh (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
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Review by Kirkus Book Review
A superb biography of the noted African-American writer and the tormented times in which he lived. It is literature's misfortune that Ralph Ellison (1913-94) never produced a novel after Invisible Man, which took him seven traumatic years to write. As Rampersad (English/Stanford Univ.; Jackie Robinson, 1997, etc.) chronicles, Ellison received accolade after accolade following its publication: the National Book Award, presidential medals, honorary doctorates, "a cascading flow of honors such as no other African-American writer had ever enjoyed." Success may have ruined Ellison; he developed a taste for the good life, first-class travel, nice surroundings--a far remove from his Oklahoma childhood. Rising from poverty, Ellison trained as a musician and engaged in an activist politics that launched him as a writer. Long afterward, his failure to produce cost him the use of a university secretary, but he had tenure, and plenty of other universities were always trying to woo him away. That failure and the gossip it yielded within the academy made Ellison bitter and hostile, of a piece with his transformation from prewar Communist to postwar conservative, at least of a cultural kind. It is in this second guise that Ellison fought his fiercest battles, waged against the likes of Ishmael Reed and Amiri Baraka, as he "deplored the popularity of black 'demagogues' and the habit of idolizing ex-pimps and ex-prisoners . . . which 'gave many kids the notion that there was no point in developing their minds.' " Ellison's battles with other African-American writers, such as Langston Hughes, led to his alienation from their company, but not from the canon. Rampersad writes of such matters with a mix of amusement and sorrow, noting how they drained Ellison of his energies and clearly wishing that Ellison had found "a way to that second triumph of fiction of which he had been dreaming . . . for almost thirty-five years." A revealing exploration of Ellison's life and work. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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