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This review is just a bit shorter than the book,
Rezension bezieht sich auf: Moby Dick: or the Whale (Modern Library) (Gebundene Ausgabe)
The right approach and the adequate level of intelligence is vital for that book's appreciation.
Here are a few hints that might help.
Did you notice that every time you dream the weirdest things there is nothing unfamiliar about them? Even when the enormous green elefant on gnat's legs attacks you with the eagle's beak you can tell your sleeping brain put the monster together using the oversized version of the animal you saw in a zoo, though in a different color, gigantic limbs of an isect and the bird's mouth. While communicating with itself your brain can not produce any images that do not correspond with your everyday experiences, it is capable of transforming them almost beyond recognition but the ingredients are real life.
The same with the author. He neded to choose something to be able to communicate with you. Why it's the gigantic white whale?
White is not a color but an absence of color - see the book's treatise on white and the eerie feeling it produces. The form of a whale is very elusive and hard to define. The animal lives in the most mysterious(it's still a few decades till the space age) but accessible element of that time - the ocean.
So GWW is the most undefinable object Herman Melville could come up with. Even writing one of the most metaphysical books he could not have set the hunt for hk897]];\'; or =-llk5gghh. The need to communicate - remember? But be assured that the GWW is no less abstract than these crazy codes.
There is some semblance of plot with the characters and even the final battle. Many readers are misled to such a degree they put here these "good plot and hystorical background but way to many details" reviews. Once I even stumbled upon the video cassette with the kid's version of Moby Dick - chubby boy grinning atop a friendly whale.
Guy's, you don't know what are you dealing with!
The quotations from the enormous variety of sourses on a whale at the book's first pages are not Melville's erudite showing off but a testimony to the futility of all the efforts to categorize.
What drives Ahab? Revenge? Bloodlust? Even the most understanding readers try to find a word or two - The Quest for Truth, The Search For The Meaning Of Life. Choose any version or none at all.
Ever thought about death? Are you familiar with that sense if inevitability that makes you gasp for breath and clench the fists. The fit is passes in a few minutes. What do you feel? Rage, fear, anger, helplessness? You can find words but they are not helping.
So the Captain sails into infinity to conquer the...whatever.
Too many fishes are named and described during the voyage? Too many details? In Zen practise you repeat thousands of words, name lots of objects until it all becomes meaningless and something else emerges. These fishes are not something you eat - they are just an excuses to give names ad nauseam, to catch the little flecks of infinity and try to make the catalogue.
Enough said. This book must be read, not explained. But it's a very special reading - like having a long string of beads pass before your eyes. Do not think too much, do not expect to be entertained - just enjoy the feeling.