Precursor:  I read  87 pages of H.G Wells’ The Invisible Man before realising it was in fact Ellison’s Invisible Man I was supposed to be reading. A promising start. Anyway, my idiocy and brashness aside, onto an analysis of the correct novel…. Ellison’s Invisible Man is a ‘difficult’ text on three levels. Firstly,  it traces the  difficult life of […]

Originally I used this post as a starting foundation for an Invisible Man post but I actually think this is more useful as a general framework for  thinking about the relationship between language, reading, psychoanalysis and trauma/crisis.   Keeping this here as a reference point and a cheat for giving a little more space to engage with […]

  ‘Death often is the point of life’s joke’— Vladimir Nabokov, Laughter in the Dark  Given that Good Morning, Midnight is a modernist text which collapses temporal linearity through a series of dream sequences, flashbacks and drunken hazes, it seems appropriate to begin at the end by using the novel’s closing words of ‘yes-yes-yes…’ (157) as […]

Mirrors blur the line between reality and image, showing ourselves our surface double so that we may reflect on ourselves in 3D. Windows are boundaries which separate interior and exterior but also connect them; they can be opened to let the outside in, and the inside out. Crucially they are transparent mediums allowing us to see […]