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 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.