Just started a re-read of this, I’d listened to a very podcast on it and it inspired me to get it off the shelf. Going to take it slowly, just three chapters a night. It already seems so much more playful than I remember.
I've only read it the once, but still get images from it flashing up from time to time: the severed whale heads, Ahab as the 'captive king' on the broken throne, the ship carrying the flame. I'll have to read it again at some point, felt like I only scratched the surface first run through. My copy's some old Penguin thing with commentary by a bloke called
Harold Beaver and a Turner on the cover, so maybe I'll do it with the commentary next time.
There's a certain mystique to Melville. Everything I've read of his has been greater than the sum of its parts, even if I didn't like Bartleby that much. I can feel something huge behind his writing. He reminds me of Borges in the sense of the books feeling like portals opening onto something vast and incomprehensible.