While the world forgot about it for three quarters of a century it ranks as one of the greatest of all American storytellings. I have had it as my companion for the past several weeks.
Oh, and it is long: 552 pages in the version I read – and I had to wait 519 pages until Moby Dick actually appeared! Chapters upon chapters built a Himalayan-sized backdrop for the final three chapters called “The Chase.”
It's hard to believe that few readers picked up Melville's novel for three generations after it was published. The world did not rediscover Moby Dick until Melville had been dead in this world for decades. He lived for most of his life unknown to the public.
Now we stand in the shadow of his oceanic achievement. His vivid portrayal of life on a whaler is so
engaging I felt like I was a twenty-something young
Ishmael by the middle of the voyage. (However, there were some dry sections when the novel turned into a biological treatise on
the varieties of whales from Iceland to Tahiti.)
I learned much about whales, how the whaling business is conducted, and the
economy and culture of the early nineteenth century. I found the details of whaling operations sometimes
tedious, but I was soon convinced in my mind that I was on a whaling ship in the Pacific partnered
with men from both civilized and primitive societies.
I really got a kick out of the opening chapters when Ishmael
meets Queequeg. They were colorful, perplexing and warming sequences of getting
acquainted and establishing their relationship. Melville progressively developed the traits of all the characters to
the point that by the final quarter of the story I knew each one and his likely
behaviors. Truly, I found fascinating the characters, the unfamiliar
setting, and the steady building of the story to its climactic conclusion.
He sought revenge on Moby Dick in a
single, impatient, yet determined focus on his quarry. There would be no
obstacle to the pursuit: not time, wind, ocean, food, water or manpower.
His knowledge of whaling, of the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, and of Moby Dick
himself enabled him to seek him like a wily grubstake gold miner who eventually
strikes the mother lode.
Woe to him who seeks and finds the foe he cannot abandon.
Whether it be the man or the whale, at best only one would have the
victory.