At Sea Fever, my favorite blog about all things maritime, every week starts with Moby Monday. This week Peter wrote about a painting of a whale. He also added a link to Power Moby Dick. Curious, I clicked on that link. Mistake. It leads to an online, annotated, chapter by chapter version of the mighty work.
In the past Peter also led me to the Twitter version, Moby Dick 140 words at a time. I read a few tweets and got a good chuckle out of Public Domain’s effort. MD finished some time ago and PD is now engrossed in Alice in Wonderland.
I don’t know how I’ve managed to avoid reading MD for so long, I’ve got a degree in English, I’ve read Bartleby the Scrivener, but I somehow missed out on being forced to read about Ahab, Queequeg, Ishmael and life aboard the Pequod as they chased the white whale.
I’ve had a beautiful, antique copy of MD on my living room bookshelf for something like fifteen years. Once a year or so, when I find myself between blockbusters and looking for something to read, I take down that hefty tome, sink into the nearest overstuffed chair and thumb through the almost see-through pages. And then I put it back.
But now, thanks to Sea Fever and Power MD I can read chapters online, instantly see the meanings of words that stump me and even join in a discussion on the forum.
But I probably won’t. Don’t know what it is about that book. I’m a reader. I’ll read just about anything, shampoo bottles, recipes on the inside of the condensed milk label, credit card solicitations, just not the greatest American novel.