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 […]

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