OK. So the real Rinehart never actually appears in the novel. Details, details. After the narrator dons some colored glasses and a hat, just about everyone in Harlem begins mistaking him for this Rinehart character. We wish it were that easy to hide from our exes. To make matters more interesting, Rinehart seems to shape-shift faster than that blue woman in X-Men. The narrator is mistaken for a pimp, a gambler, a reverend, a lover, and a friend. The figure of Rinehart therefore embodies the fluidity of identity.