It's a wonder I held out . . .

. . . for as long as I did, dropping that fat book in and out of my Amazon shopping cart for weeks, before I succumbed to the inevitable and proceeded to checkout. Three Days Before the Shooting . . . the unfinished second novel, the mountain of pages finally printed, the bewildering fragment of forty-two years' work, seen at last. Ralph Ellison lived plenty long after he published Invisible Man, but apparently not long enough. Some sixteen years after he died, we can finally take a look at w...