50 Years Later, It’s Me and Ishmael Again
I’m reading Moby Dick
In the middle of reading the new novel , The Art of Fielding, I felt compelled to go get a copy of Moby Dick. You’ll see why when you read The Art of Fielding.
I had never finished Moby Dick. I wrote a poem once about not finishing it one high school summer because I kept being drawn to the basketball hoop in my driveway that I could see from my bedroom window. I hated summer reading lists anyway.
Now I’m a hundred pages into it, and it’s all you’ve heard. If you read it in high school, you haven’t read it yet. Go get the paperback and read it now. Ishmael’s voice is quite a voice.
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