While reading Invisible Man , I’ve found myself relating to the narrator of Invisible Man . This is a strange experience for me, and I often question myself for feeling this way. For one thing, I am not black, nor am I living in a systematically racist society. I am a spoiled child of a wealthy family in 2019. But somehow , even with our extreme differences, when I read Ralph Ellison’s descriptions of the narrator’s thoughts and actions, it is hard for me to not see myself in him. What this means for me is that when Ellison describes the narrator’s experiences with the Brotherhood or Ras, I imagine what I would do if placed in similar situations. I become one with the narrator in ways that, given my racial and historical identities, seem impossible. The cause of this is my role as sympathetic reader. The result is a moving experience for the reader. In chapter 1, I distanced myself from the narrator and watched him conform to heavily racist ideals, Now, I feel a...