In an effort to “scoop” everybody on all three of these breaking stories, we figured it would be wise to lump all of them into one post.
I’d Like to Hang Out With Philip Hoare
Robert Brinbaum discusses The Whale.
Recipes for Literature: Clam Chowder for Whaling with Spicy Pork Sausage
By Cara Nicoletti In the opening chapters of Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick, Ishmael spends his final nights before setting sail aboard the Pequod at the Spouter Inn preparing for his years-long journey at sea. Part of such preparation includes readying oneself for the inevitable periods of dullness and isolation from the rest of the world’s news, finances, friends, and families. This feeling of isolation in which “you stand, lost in the infinite series of the sea, with nothing ruffled but the […]
Bites: Stephen Elliott in Williamsburg, McSweeney’s Broadsheet, the Original Gossip Girl, Lethem Recommends Poe, Balloon boy FAQ, and more
Stephen Elliott hung out in Williamsburg (went hard, if you will) and wrote about it on The Rumpus. Lit. Largehearted Boy reviews Nick Hornby’s Juliet, Naked. McSweeney’s to publish an old-fashioned, Sunday edition-sized broadsheet: San Francisco Panorama Jonathan Lethem recommends on Daily Beast Edgar Allen Poe’s only novel, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket, and describes it as “the missing link between Mary Shelley and Herman Melville.” My kind of narrative. On Willa Cather’s development as a novelist. […]
I went and visited dead Herman Melville and all I got were these iPhone pictures
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.
Never enough Dick
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 […]