I’ve read this damn book twenty-two times, Charlie, and I still don’t understand a thing…
Yup, I thought about mentioning that, but decided that on some level, to the Melville specialist I imagine, it must relate in some way. (Don’t ask me, I’m not a Melville specialist.)
It’s like proto-kafka.
And didn’t he write “Wakefield” too? Also pretty Kafkaesque. Or was that Hawthorne? (Too tired to look it up.)
I’m just impressed that you were able to make it to the end of the post. I can’t even read about reading Moby Dick without zoning out…
Read the former and the latter, but I couldn’t get enjoyment out of the Russian authors. Anna Karenina, The Idiot, War and Peace - I just couldn’t get interested to keep reading. I am an inadequate reader, I guess.
The Silmarillion was fun for several hundred pages, but then suddenly bored me out. Moby Dick, however - read it as a teenager, re-read it as a young man, and tried to re-read it just a few years ago. A new book, every time. The last read was botched by to much on my plate, so I switched to an unabridged recording. I always fell asleep listening to that in bed, and I don’t know if I actually finished the book.
I would prefer not to.
If it’s any consolation, hardly anyone was successful reading “Moby Dick” in Melville’s own lifetime - he only sold about 3,200 copies of the book while he was alive, and died relatively unknown. It took a solid decade of introspective analysis by respected critics in the 1920’s for the public to finally go “hey, that book is actually pretty good.”
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