To do anything coolly, is to do it genteelly. ~ Herman Melville, Moby Dick After talking about the brevity of Moby Dick’s chapters yesterday, here we have a chapter that’s little longer than a page. And it’s just about the seamen’s quietness at breakfast and Queequeg’s comical use of his harpoon to reach across the table… Continue reading Chapter 5. Breakfast.
Chapter 4. The Counterpane.
This chapter was another layer of character study of both Ishmael and Queequeg. Ishmael recounted a story from his childhood, about a ghostly encounter and its similarity in the feelings evoked to the feelings he felt upon waking to fond Queequeg’s arm wrapped tightly around him. He was surprised and disoriented. We also see further… Continue reading Chapter 4. The Counterpane.
Chapter 3. The Spouter-Inn.
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.
Chapter 2. The Carpet-Bag.
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.
Chapter 1. Loomings.
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.
Before We Begin
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