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 places.
1)”What makes Melville Melville is digression, texture, and weirdness” -Damion Searls piece in this months issue of The Believer: “Carving The Whale“.
2) Searls again, in discussion over at The Quarterly Conversation.
3) San Francisco band, Or, The Whale putting out a pretty alright slab of tunes on their self-titled album. Can’t deny that I hear a nice cross between The Byrds and Pentangle in these eleven songs off the bands second offering.