One of the large criticisms of the
novel is that the ending “too optimistic” and “not protesty enough”. Although I was not expecting the ending to go
in the direction it went, I think that its “strangeness” is left up for many
different interpretations. I think one must look at the beginning before making
any judgments on the ending. In the
prologue, the narrator says, “I am not complaining, nor am I protesting either”
(3). Many critics were blasting Invisible Man for not protesting enough
and the narrator tells them on the very first page of the novel that this is not a protest novel! In my opinion, the novel is still a protest
novel, but from Ellison’s perspective, not
the narrator’s. What the narrator says does not necessarily
mean it is what Ellison believes, nor does Ellison necessarily want everyone to
follow the narrator’s advice.
The “point” of the novel is not to
tell everyone to go curl up in a hole in the ground and find your own identity
-- that is just the story of the narrator.
Later in the prologue, the narrator says he “is in a state of
hibernation” (6). Hibernation is a
temporary state that will result in eventual reemergence. At the
end of the novel the narrator is still in a state of confusion that he has
trouble articulating:
There seems to be no escape. Here I’ve set out to throw my anger into the
world’s face, but now that I’ve tried to put it all down the old fascination
with playing a role returns, and I’m drawn upward again. So that before I finish I’ve failed (maybe my
anger is too heavy; perhaps, being a talker, I’ve used too many words). But I’ve failed. The very act of trying to put it all down has
confused me and negated some of the anger and some of the bitterness. (579)
Instead
of viewing this ending state as what Ellison wants the reader to do/take away, this scene can be read as Ellison
warning the reader of how the
narrator’s course of action has failed. He
still needs a “role” to play -- even if it is the role of an “invisible
man”. This can be thought of as, yet again,
the “boomerang” coming back into the narrator’s face after another wave of the
naïve optimism. Maybe these “infinite
possibilities” are not quite as the narrator imagined them moments ago (576).