I used to think that Moby Dick was a failure when I was first reading it years ago (in part anticipating the ridicule I would encounter for doing so) because while Ahab had spent his life (and monomania) pursuing the whale, and whaling was such a big part of the 19th century, here in the 20th & 21st century we had made both the mammal and industry practically extinct with such dispatch the tale seemed ludicrous, or, worse, merely an adventurous tale, like the earlier novels Melville enjoyed so much success with. Now I realize this was inevitable and thus both would have little meaning because we never have learned from the past (esp. in this country). Yet there is a huge bit of irony at work here as we have replaced it with a monomania of a much larger scale (pun intended) in pursuing another type of oil, destroying the planet with our unquenchable thirst for fossil fuel (mainly composed of the bones of leviathans of another sort), a universal monomania that will inevitably destroy all mankind instead of the one man who went down with the Pequod. Thus our plight is now that of Moby Dick writ large, making it even more relevant today, an occurrence Melville could have not foreseen. Or could he?
I'm a librarian living near NYC, have had several poems and stories, as well nonfiction published in various ezines. I've finally broken through in print as my novel "Where Do the Children Play?" a story based on true events concerning the kidnapping and drowning of a young boy, was published by Black Rose Writing last October. They are also publishing my second novel, "In Elysian Fields," a love story between a baseball player and a poet, due out July 4 of this year. View all posts by thome2040