A young Black man speaks from an underground room lit by 1,369 light bulbs, and the story he tells is of a life spent being seen as everything except himself. Ralph Ellison's 1952 novel follows its unnamed narrator from a Southern college to the streets of Harlem, through encounters with white benefactors, Black nationalists, factory foremen, and political organizers, each projecting onto him a purpose that erases his individuality. The prose shifts from realism to surrealism to jazz-inflected rhetoric with the fluidity of a mind seeking its own frequency. Ellison composed a book about American identity that insists invisibility is not a condition of the unseen but a failure of the seer. The light in that basement is stolen, and it blazes.