I’m not reviewing Moby Dick on this post. Now that I have completed it, I have mixed feelings about it. It’s basically a treatise on whales and the whaling industry from a 19th century perspective stuffed between a slice of comedy (the first 100 pages) and a slice of tragedy (the last 100 pages). I could never tell whether I was reading through Ishmael’s eyes or through Melville’s. The author wasn’t kidding when he had Ishmael say, “…a whale-ship was my Yale College and my Harvard.” Much of Moby Dick read like a dissertation. That’s all I’m saying from a critical perspective. Others more qualified than I can pick apart the literary nuances of the novel with greater skill and insight.
I’d much prefer to list a few kooky things I loved about Moby Dick: