I love the opening to this chapter. The descriptions of the entrance and main area of The Spouter-Inn conjure up such a vivid picture of a dank, murky tavern with whaling paraphernalia used for decoration. Almost like something out of a more modern high fantasy novel. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s where some authors… Continue reading Chapter 3. The Spouter-Inn.
Yet Dives himself, he too lives like a Czar in an ice palace made of frozen sighs, and being a president of a temperance society, he only drinks the tepid tears of orphans. ~ Herman Melville, Moby Dick And so we graduate from Ishmael’s musings on the magnetism of water, to his first steps on his… Continue reading Chapter 2. The Carpet-Bag.
First chapter down, and already I remember why I have such a love-hate relationship with this book. I’m drawn in by the prose that waxes romantic about water, yet I end up reading the same paragraph over and over because there’s just a little too much description. Let’s just move on already! However, reading this… Continue reading Chapter 1. Loomings.
Let me introduce myself. I'm Astrid, a perpetually messy twenty-nine year old who is still figuring things out. One thing that I figured out early on, is that I like stories; reading them, watching them, writing them, analysing them. I was first introduced to Moby Dick in grade nine. I went to highschool in California for… Continue reading Before We Begin