Harrison Hayford (1916–2001)

The third time is usually the charm, but not in this case. After two abortive attempts at getting through this book, I've finally decided to give it up for good.

The first 97 pages were great -- surprisingly accessible writing style, and I loved Ishmael's account of his meeting Queequeg. Hysterical! Such is the stuff that "bromances" are made of. It was also great to see an example of people of different races being friends, considering the time period in which this was written.

But I hit a show more wall once the ship set out. The long digressions about whales and whaling began, and the narrative became more ponderous and leaden. There was even a chapter told in an utterly incongruous script form that didn't work for me at all. It almost felt like two completely different books, maybe three if you think the script form feels like another one entirely. So I've decided to cut my losses and stop reading here, but I am glad for those 97 pages. show less

Moby Dick is a massive, messy, maniacal masterpiece. Everyone knows the plot -- a whaling captain is obsessed with killing the Great White Whale that bit off his leg, and chases the whale across the world’s oceans. Beast and man meet in climactic battle.

But the plot really isn’t the reason to read the novel. If you’re interested in a tale of pure whaling drama (and there is nothing wrong with that!), try In the Heart of the Sea: The Tragedy of the Whaleship Essex by Nathaniel show more Philbrick, which tells the true story of the events that inspired Melville’s work.

Melville’s novel is a chaotic (but controlled) navigation of every writing style one could imagine: poetry, play writing, scientific treatise, technical whaling manual, surreal nightmarish vision, an anthropology of exotic cultures, and plain old “thrill of the chase” narrative. It can give you vertigo (or is that sea sickness?) until you get your literary sea legs. The Norton 50th Anniversary Critical Edition features a series of essays that help make sense of this stunning, bravado pageant. I found the section that deconstructed Melville’s writing process to be particularly interesting.

According to many scholars, Melville set out to write a truly American tragedy, with the crew of a whaling vessel -- rather than kings and their armies -- as the players. He proves there can be as much majesty in those “ordinary” people as in royalty and as much drama on a small boat as in the halls of princes.

Reading Moby Dick requires patience and persistence, and a willingness to let yourself go and take the work on its own terms. If you’re open to it, you’ll experience what I'd dub (with apologies to Twain, Faulkner, and many LibraryThingers) the bona fide Great American Novel. show less

I wasn't sure what I was going to think of this book going into it because some people had told me it was really boring--it was one of my "I'm *obligated* as a person educated about literature to read this book" additions to my library. But I turned out to really enjoy it. Parts of it were very exciting, the symbolism was intriguing, and even the "whaling manual" stretches I found interesting because I like it when books teach me about things I don't know anything about. The only times it show more lost me were when it went off on total tangents like "And now I'm gonna describe paintings people have made of whales!" Ishmael/Queequeg are my OTP, and I related just a bit too much to Ahab. show less

Ishmael wanders through a whale skeleton in Chapter 102, "A Bower in Arsacides" in an echo of the Theseus/Cretan labyrinth/Minotaur Greek myth (thanks footnote).

"To and fro I paced before this skeleton---brushed the vines aside---broke through the ribs---and with a ball of Arsacidean twine, wandered, eddied long amid its many winding, shaded colonnades and arbors. But soon my line was out; and following it back, I emerged from the opening where I entered. I saw no living thing within; naught show more was there but bones." show less