“…to the last gasp of my earthquake life…”

A weirdly captivating book for how much of it is just straight up whale facts. Herman Melville's writing has something in it, something in the way he contructs sentences that's genuinely great. Some absolutely brilliant lines and really interesting characters (though there's a lot of the very unfortunate period-typical use of language to describe POC characters, which I think is good to be aware of before you start) and I just really love nautical fiction. And boy is this book homoerotic in some parts. Jesus. But it's really just 70% whale facts and not always (barely ever) interesting ones and I don't think I need to have any more whale information thrown at me for another decade. I'm also very interested to see what a modern cetologist would think of some of the biology in this book. 
Overall though, I see why this is a classic! I just do not think it needed to be this long! And also maybe Herman Melville needs to have a think about his feelings towards men. Just saying. 

i love ishmael. girl what do you MEAN a whales blubber is its skin what’s wrong with you. and he’s even gay

Herman Melville sure liked to write. He also wants you to know that he read the Bible and all of the philosophers (all of them!) and he understood what they meant to say. A book written by a man, and you can feel it. So graphic about killing and gutting these whales, between getting tangled in all the philosophy crammed into it and being blatantly racist. When there's plot happening it's actually fast paced and interesting, but the other 250 pages draaaaaaaagged on forever. And did he already mention he read philosophy books? This made me understand why people don't like reading classics. If this discouraged you, please give one of the Brontës or Austen a go. 

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. 

From the beginning to the end of this book I went from think Captain Ahab was the main character, to Ishmael, to Moby Dick, to Nature, and, finally, to Whaling itself and also God. The story of Ahab and his white whale does not seem to me to be the real plot of the story. Nor is it, as I thought for a while, Ishmael himself, a snapshot of his greater memoirs. No, the whaling tangents are not tangents at all, but seem to be really the meet of the book itself. Like Victor Hugo wrote Notre-Dame de Paris about the building rather than the characters, Melville wrote Moby Dick to be about "the Whale," whichever whale that may be.

This book is so dense that I feel as I've only scratched the surface of it, though I read every single page and did not skim over a single tangent. How is it, that Ishmael so obviously adores the animal he is nevertheless determined to kill. The animals whose killers he ranks as higher even than kings and emperors? How is it that Ahab seems to be aware of his fate, and yet frantically chases it, hoping it seems again hope that he will succeed, and being unsurprised when he doesn't? How is it that the whale is both God and Satanic, dragging sailors to the hell of the depths of the ocean while being one of the most majestic of Nature and Providence's creations? Are we supposed to even have answers to these questions? Are there even? Or, like the sea, are all of these things true at once in a book with unfathomable depths?

I hope to read Moby Dick again someday and better understand what this book has to tell. It has really changed my opinion on the necessity of a storyline in a book, or even what a book can be. Its tangents are its essence, and I love that for it. This book truly changed me and I'm so glad to have read it.