Sometimes I like to indulge in my goth tendencies, and visit cemeteries. In my most recent outing, I chose Woodlawn Cemetery, at the top of The Bronx, at the end of the 4 train. The specific reason for this particular Sunday trek, was to visit the grave of Herman Melville, since I took on Moby-Dick as my summer reading, I felt it only fair to pay tribute to him, and drop a pen on top of his tombstone.
Moby Dick, or my “summer book” of ’09 was closed this evening, and I’m gonna miss it. I might suffer a bit of separation anxiety like I did when I finished up 2666 some months ago, because in it’s own brilliant way, Melville’s classic is a glorious mindfuck of a novel. One that which I am almost tempted to tackle (in small doses) again. In the meantime, the white whale, has been popping up as of recently in a few […]