Moby Dick has a reputation with just about anyone who grew up in the US. It's that book you read in English class that's long, boring, and full of whale facts, and that's what I was expecting going in. 

What I didn't realize, however, was that this book was also relatively easy to read, surprisingly funny, and full of dick jokes. While it was certainly not a breeze to get through, the prose was relatively modern and uncomplicated and is often written in a dialogue-heavy, almost script-like style that makes it feel fast paced. 

So what's the book actually about? A schoolteacher takes a break from teaching to satisfy his wanderlust by joining a whaling crew (as one does). He signs onboard the Pequod, captained by the mysterious Ahab, who seems bent on capturing Moby Dick, the mysterious white whale, at all costs. Vengeance, he claims, for the leg that Moby Dick took from him years ago. What follows is an epic tale (over seven hundred pages!) of vignettes, character studies and, yes, whale facts, all building toward the confrontation at the heart of this quest. 

Although I started this review by talking up how much easier this book was than I thought it would be, that doesn't mean it was painless to get through. Moby Dick is heavy on the literary references, allusions, and implications, meaning that it's hardly turn-your-brain-off literature. While I do enjoy something to sink my teeth into, at some point it just got to be way too much, as the endless stream of prose didn't seem to be going anywhere or building to anything, to the point that when the white whale did finally show his face, my reaction wasn't awe so much as an exasperated "finally!". 

Was the book worth a read? Absolutely, both from a historical and literature standpoint and as an exercise in appreciating this style of writing. Will I ever read it again? Probably not. I had more fun with Moby Dick than I expected, but ultimately it's just too much of a good thing.