Moby-Dick: The Novel That Teaches How to Read It

Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick is a unique novel in that summaries are ineffective to really understand what it is that the novel is saying—to read the novel is to fully experience it. It is certainly a dense novel, one overflowing with experimental and moving prose, prose that can be hard to decipher or make any sense of. However, this is no ordinary novel, no, this is the ‘Great American Novel’! A novel so great that within its pages is the enchiridion for whaling, for American Literature, and for itself.

The earliest example of the novel hinting at its enchiridion can be found in at the arrival of Ishmael at the Spouter-Inn; in the second sentence of the chapter, an oil-painting is seen at the entrance of the inn and catches the eye of Ishmael. The oil-painting is in complete disrepair, covered over by the smoke and years passing it by. Ishmael, however, sees something within the oil-painting, “…it was only by diligent study and a series of systematic visits to it… that you could any way arrive at an understanding of its purpose” (Melville 13). Upon first glance, the painting is nothing more than a preview of the Spouter-Inn, and yet, there is something captivating within it, so much so that Ishmael continued to go back and look at the painting further. The novel has a similar draw to it, being incomprehensible at times only to make sense two-or-three-hundred pages later—some moments even call for a reread entirely! Of course, it is never obvious, but rather something that sneaks up upon the reader, surprising them with a sudden understanding and realisation that leaves them pondering it for days, weeks, months, perhaps even years! In this reading, one would be remiss to ignore the usage of the second person, you, used by Ishmael as he describes the painting’s strange allure, doubling as a reading of the novel itself: “Such unaccountable masses of shades and shadows, that at first you almost thought some ambitious young artist… had endeavored to delineate chaos bewitched. But by dint of much and earnest contemplation, and oft repeated ponderings… you at last come to the conclusion that such an idea, however wild, might not be altogether unwarranted.” (Melville 13). By using the second person ‘you’, Ishmael is putting directly in front of the audience the attention of his language, and yet it goes almost unnoticed on a cursory read. Not until one analyses the language closely does the audience figure this out, that they are being put into the shoes of Ishmael, that it had become a self-insert adventure novel for just a moment’s breath.

As one notices this use of language, one reads that much closer, finding every situation of which this can be found; the words lose all preconceived notions; the words no longer lay there to be read, but they become intentionally placed there by the author himself. This becomes the basis for the novel’s self-written enchiridion in that the closer the audience reads, the more they will experience, the further they will find themselves untangling the mess of ropes, whencever it is they come or hail from, that is Melville’s whale of a novel, Moby-Dick. John Bryant has stated in Moby-Dick: Reading, Rewriting, and Editing, “Melville was a writer’s writer for whom writing was itself the projection of his being” (Bryant 89). Bryant speaks on editing and the different versions of the beloved novel, bringing about the conversation on how the author’s words can create such vast meanings from such simple changes. By adding the word “doubloon” in Chapter 36 of the British version of the famed novel, not only is he hinting at what is to come and having the audience understand the importance of Chapter 99, The Doubloon from the name only, but it also “reveals the degree to which Melville’s intentions shifted and how an artist evolves”, just as the novel continues to do as it continues being read (Bryant 93). The edits made to the British version of Moby-Dick, those of Melville’s, show his evolution as an artist, even within that small amount of time between American and British publishing. If the author and artist of the work can evolve and change so much in so little, then what of the work itself? Imagine how quickly the novel might change to acclimate to the current day, to ensure all readers are able to glean what it is that Melville set forth in front of Americans in 1850.

Chapter 15, Chowder. The audience is introduced to a wonderful bowl of chowder; inside the chowder are not only a couple of clams or a chopped up cod, but a new understanding and acceptance of who Ishmael is: as the other. It is here that Ishmael is confronted with a perceived threat outside the Try Pots establishment. Despite knowing exactly what it is he is looking at, Ishmael can’t help but see the gallows within the trees and hanging rope. “…[T]wo of them,” he writes, “…one for Queequeg, and one for me. It’s ominous…” (Melville 73). Ishmael is now visibly queer as he and Queequeg walk through town. Two men, a Christian and a Pagan, walking together. Ishmael is being perceived and is fully aware of it, completely uncomfortable with the fact. For the first time, he is being othered and walking in Queequeg’s steps—both metaphorically and physically in this instance. Ishmael seeing the gallows among the trees illustrates his anxiety with being considered the other. As someone who has othered Queequeg not that long ago, Ishmael is now fully understanding what that feels like, what it is he did to Queequeg, how he made him feel.

When they arrive at the Try Pots, they are asked what they’d like to eat: clam or cod chowder? Ishmael answers with a question completely rattled by the ‘gallows’ outside. Upon eating the clam chowder—and asking and eating cod seconds—Ishmael regains his confidence. When asked which he’d like for breakfast tomorrow, he boldly replies, “Both…” (Melville 75). At this moment, Ishmael is fully accepting his queerness, even going so far as to argue on behalf of Queequeg, arguing that Queequeg should keep his harpoon—a concern Ishmael had that first night they met. Ishmael realises that the harpoon is a part of his partner, and as such, does all he can to fight for Queequeg’s right to have his harpoon overnight. Through his saying “Both…”, Ishmael’s mind is open for new experiences; no longer is he the closed-minded man who was fearful of Queequeg, but now a man who sees his partner for who he is, not what he is (Melville 75). When othered, Ishmael is fearful initially, but with his partner by his side, he realises that being the other, while initially devastating, allows one to live freely, to love openly—whether it be a Pagan harpooner or a damn good cod chowder.

The word choice given to Ishmael and Queequeg upon their arrival is extremely interesting, something is certainly being insinuated as they walk in together; “Clam or Cod?” (Melville 73). Both being a euphemism for body parts upon one’s body, clam for women and cod for men, feels as though the novel is telling the audience something about preferences. As they arrive, Ishmael is forced into clam chowder as he understands nothing of her initial question. Ishmael eats with Queequeg and after having the clam, Ishmael sheepishly asks for cod. As they go to sleep, Ishmael now proudly says both, leaving behind his perceived preference for either, now fully embracing his want for both clam and cod.

It is here Benjamin Doty claims, in Digesting Moby-Dick, that through digestion is the key to existence and that both he and Melville are “…[grounding] philosophical speculation in the body” (Doty 92). Through Chowder, the audience better understands Ishmael and even Queequeg as they eat and how it is they react afterwards. Doty argues that “…food’s vibrancy in “Chowder,” which figures food’s power to transform whatever ingests it” and it is through Ishmael eating the chowder day in and day out, he “…[literalizes] the mantra that “you are what you eat.”” (Doty 93). He continues by writing, “because food’s psychological effects begin with its effects on the eater’s body, Ishmael’s question of whether the chowder has affected his head is bound to the question of whether it has changed his body” (Doty 93). Through the act of simply eating clam and cod chowder, Ishmael is beginning to wonder if the chowder will be affecting his body as much as it has already been affecting his mind. Ishmael is ground in the constant state of being, much like the novel itself, it is a liquid and living work. Applying this lens to Ishmael, the audience is shown a new person, one that is able to change and adapt through living, almost the ultimate chameleon. Through eating and digesting, Ishmael is able to grow into his queerness, changing his life philosophy with just a seemingly simple bowl of clam chowder, as Doty posits. If the splitting of tobacco, melding into one another’s skin, and sleeping with one another has not bonded Queequeg and Ishmael, then it is here and now that the two truly become each other’s through the act of digesting new experiences and food together. Bryant, too, speaks on the living state of the novel as a whole, stating “we think there is one and only one print version of Moby-Dick” (Bryant 90). There is a constantly evolving novel within the pages, not only from every publisher who releases their own version of Moby-Dick, but from the written words to the audience, with every new set of eyes is a new adaptation of the novel, a new evolution, as it were.

This novel, like Ishmael, is one of complete change and evolution on every new read through, with each new reader, with every moment that passes. It is a novel that, within its very pages, has the key, the enchiridion to follow along and understand the novel; through close observation and readings, the novel opens itself up to readers, allowing them to use the novel itself as a road map of sorts to dig deeper into the novel. With time, meanings change, but so do people. The brilliant prose upon the pages of Melville’s Moby-Dick allows the novel to change with the reader. As people change, so does the text, and though the meaning of the novel will not change, the novel and its enchiridion will to accommodate the changing times, the change in its viewer, all to lead to the Whale that is Moby-Dick.

Works Cited

Bryant, John. “Moby-Dick: Reading, Rewriting, and Editing.” Leviathan, vol. 9 no. 2, 2007, p. 87-100. Project MUSE, https://muse.jhu.edu/article/492804.

Doty, Benjamin. “Digesting Moby-Dick.” Leviathan, vol. 19 no. 1, 2017, p. 85-101. Project MUSE,https://dx.doi.org/10.1353/lvn.2017.0006.

Melville, Herman, et al. “Moby-Dick; Or, The Whale.” Penguin Classics, 2003.

Extra Credit Opportunity – Annotation Explanation: People are People are People are People

Last semester, I broke my biggest rule I have regarding novels, that being no writing in them, no exceptions whatsoever. For whatever reason, I was overcome with feelings for the novel, and was compelled by the novel itself to write within it. It is thanks to Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Grey that I now feel comfortable with annotating my novels; highlighting, writing, anything I feel is needed in the moment. Typically, it comes from this overwhelming feeling deep within me to tell someone of this moment. However, with no one to turn to, my notes app glares my way! Even this did not satisfy my seemingly insatiable need to convey this information within myself to another. I think what Professor Pressman has said has forever changed how I view annotating, but also captured what it was that I was seeking in that moment. I was seeking another to share my thoughts, but who better to share these thoughts with than the other themselves? As Professor has said, we are writing back to the author through the act and art of annotating. It was in that moment that I needed to write to Wilde, and that has very much stayed with me as time moves forward. If Dorian Grey was tempting me to write within his pages, then Moby-Dick is practically begging to be written in!

On this page, I wrote about the relationship I noticed between the biblical story of Eve and her temptation by the apple. I felt as though Ishmael had begun to be tempted in a similar way to Queequeg, especially as a Christian man. The highlighted segments point to areas that made me think of something else; not in a way of “I wish I were reading x or watching y right now”, but more of a possible connection to something else, whether it be an academic idea or more of a fun idea, as we see on the following image.

In the final page of chapter 10–everyone’s favourite chapter, I’m sure–shows how far Ishmael has fallen for Queequeg. He WAS a good Christian, he let Queequeg place tobacco and fifteen dollars in silver into his pockets, to which I replied, as I’m sure everyone else did, by writing “BOTTOM!” on the top of the page. Here, I saw Ishmael allowing Queequeg to do whatever it is he wanted. It echoed similar feelings I had when I read Catcher in the Rye, in that both of these characters say one thing, but never follow through, often times becoming walking contradictions and massive hypocrites. In this case, Ishmael becomes such by speaking of his religion and lamenting sleeping with Queequeg initially to the manager at the inn where they met. He speaks of his religion and his conviction to not trusting “cannibals”, and yet here he is, putty in Queequeg’s hands. The underlined section is what the written note refers to, but it is also a note to close read the language used, as he is letting it happen, not that Queequeg forced this upon him to a rejection, but an acceptance of Queequeg’s ways, at least the very first sprouting of such a relationship that flowers throughout the novel.

Through taking this class, the use of different pen colours and highlighters seems mandatory in order to cover everything one wants to examine on reread. In doing such annotations, it becomes a conversation that then helps the reader understand the text more, allowing for deeper conversations and writings on the novel, all through conversing with Melville in the margins of our novels. What I’ve gained from this exercise is how each and every time we read, the novel becomes an adaptation. We all read and understand differently, no matter how slight, and this shows best in the annotations of the novel. I cannot imagine how others annotated, especially with sticky notes, that is seemingly impossible for me! It’s a great reminder that we are all so different but that creates the spice of life, as they say. Learning from one other through our differing ways of thinking only helps us grow, not only as students, but as people!

Extra Credit Opportunity – Body of Water: Boats & Whales

Since we have concluded our misadventures on the high seas among the crew of the Pequod, I have felt a whale-sized hole within myself. As one does, I tried to fill this hole with interesting facts about whales! In doing so, I have found out how dangerous aquatic vehicles can be to our sea-life, and whales in particular. There is that famous photo of the whale’s eye, such a detailed and close look of such a mythical and legendary creature, captured by Rachel Moore who called this whale “Sweet Girl”, on account of the whale’s youth. While this whale is a humpback and not a sperm whale as Moby-Dick is, the damage caused to her by a boat is all the same. Unfortunately, only days after that photo was taken, she was killed by a boat, which tore her jaw apart. For the past few weeks, those sounds, those images, they play in my mind incessantly; whenever a moment is quiet or before I fall asleep, I only hear her. To think that we humans, through our evolution as a society, were able to create such a vehicle that can transport us from one side of the world to the other, from old worlds to new ones, wreak such havoc to the creatures just below our feet.

I have decided to go with this photo because my friend works on these types of boats, a ferry and a whale watching vessel. These vessels allow us to move through the bodies of water, to allow those without land-based automobiles to go to Coronado, to view these creatures we hardly understand, to gain new experiences to follow us for the rest of our lives. And yet, it is with these machines that we harm these creatures we seek to ‘watch’, as these journeys promise. Beforehand, I used to be wary of these sorts of excursions because I was worried—fearful even!—of these creatures landing atop of us as they leap from the seas in which they reside. Now I cannot help but think of how dangerous this could be for the whale in which we pay to watch; how many of these journeys have directly resulted in harming, or even killing the very same whales they hope to observe?

I am left with these questions by the end of it all, confused at how stories like these are not larger stories, are of no concern to many people. I feel this class has given me the building blocks to only just begin to answer these questions. Perhaps it is our terrestrial based society that causes these rifts between us and the happenings at sea. Maybe it is our insistence on separating humans and animals, society and nature. I think about my friend and how little he cares about it all, how it’s just another day, another dollar, no thoughts outside of the immediate; “Can’t wait for lunch!”; “Wonder if I can pick up another shift before next week”; “Time to move the chairs again”. This mundanity of his everyday life and job has seemed to suck out any of his remaining empathy for the wildlife in which he guides his paying customers to on the daily. Could it be that our society is one that is far too selfish and busy with the immediate thoughts and concerns that we lack the empathy to feel for these animals until it is far too late? When is it that we will care enough to put forth ideas to end such preventable deaths?

Week 16 – The Final One! What Have I Learned?

Through the course of the class, I have learned so much! Learning about Melville was so interesting and has not left me once since the day of learning about it, especially about how the novel transformed after reading his large print copy of Shakespeare. Personally, however, I feel that last class we had was really the biggest moment of learning. Hearing others felt insufficient as students and writers really did comfort me as I have been feeling much of the same for as long as I can remember. It’s a beautiful reminder than we all are so harsh to ourselves, and yet can have such empathy for those around us. I feel so fortunate to have been able to take this class this semester, having the novel be one of the final classes seems poetic, especially since I’m not the biggest fan of American Literature around this time; definitely not the case any longer and am very excited to read more from this period. My peers are so brilliant and have such new and different ways of processing information and seeing the world so uniquely, I really can’t help but have hope in writers and artists to create something profound, something moving, something akin Moby-Dick of our time.

Final Project Proposal

For my project, I would like to focus on the how this Whale, this object of Ahab’s desire, can be read in a similar way to that of the whale described to Ishmael in the chapter containing the sermon. This tale of Jonah and the whale, to me, feels like larger statement within the novel, especially as the Whale is not a main player, if you will, despite being the driving force for this journey that the novel details. This essay would be the lengthy one, at six to eight pages, rather than a mixed medium with a creative project and a show essay attached. In these pages, I hope to explore and explain this connection to the best of my abilities.

Or The Whale.

There’s much to be done before the final, researching and planning for the massive essay, one that honours the novel and perhaps even makes a reader rethink and recontextualise the novel’s events! Or so I hope. The bit that has me in its grips, that just continues to swim about my mind fluid, is how the titular Whale is not this evil creature filled with hate—no, of course not, that would be Ahab—but rather this being filled with kindness. Could it be that this creature is one of kindness, as seen with the warnings that are given before they engage with the Whale at the end of the novel? Might this creature be biblical in that from the first sin came hate and violence (Ahab)? I am completely unable to get the idea out of my head that perhaps, just maybe, the Whale can be seen as a messenger from God, much like an archangel or have a similar use in the novel as Adam does in the bible? How much of the Whale do we see reflected in the sermon whale? And the other way about? I find this Whale endlessly fascinating and I am beyond excited to work this into an actual idea worth presenting!

Essay 2 – The Doubloon and the Limit of Ahab

In chapter 99, we watch as the doubloon transforms before our very eyes; from a piece of gold worth sixteen dollars as means of motivating the crew to more of a legend, similar to the painting in chapter 3. This painting is one that is muddled and soot-covered from years of smoking and lack of care, but the painting allows the audience to play with meaning and figure out how to read the novel. It is the same with the doubloon, however, less so with the novel itself and more with the characters’ morality and current mental state.Ahab in particular is fascinating, allowing the audience to peer into his beliefs, lining up with the descriptions Ishmael had heard about before ever having met the wayward captain. Ahab walks the deck, the same path daily, and yet it is here, it is now, in which he has a religious experience—one in which he is at its centre. “There’s something ever egotistical in mountain-tops… and all other grand and lofty things…”, Ahab states, “The firm tower, that is Ahab… the courageous, the undaunted, and victorious fowl, that, too, is Ahab…” (Melville ???). In these declarations, the audience sees a man who would fight the sun, the man who is god-like, the man who is Ahab. At what point does perception become reality? In not only the minds of the crew, but also in the captain’s mind, Ahab is omnipotent—how far reaching is this power when the whale takes from the Ahab?

Essay 1 – Queer Offerings in Chowder: Clam or Cod?

In chapter 15, the audience is introduced to a wonderful bowl of chowder; inside the chowder isn’t only a couple of clams or a chopped up cod, but a new understanding and acceptance of who Ishmael is: as the other. It is here in chapter 15 that Ishmael is confronted with a perceived threat outside the Try Pots establishment. Despite knowing exactly what it is he is looking at, Ishmael can’t help but see the gallows within the trees and hanging rope. “…[T]wo of them,” he writes, “…one for Queequeg, and one for me. It’s ominous…” (Melville 73).

Ishmael is now visibly queer as he and Queequeg walk through town. Two men, a Christian and a Pagan, walking through together. As they do so, Ishmael is being perceived and is fully aware of it and is completely uncomfortable with being perceived; the first time he is being othered and walking in Queequeg’s steps—both metaphorically and physically in this instance. Ishmael seeing the gallows among the trees illustrates his anxiety with being considered the other. As someone who has othered Queequeg not that long ago, Ishmael is now understanding what that feels like.

When they arrive at the Try Pots, they are asked what they’d like to eat: clam or cod chowder? Ishmael answers with a question completely rattled by the ‘gallows’ outside. Upon eating the clam chowder—and asking and eating cod seconds—Ishmael regains his confidence. When asked which he’d like for breakfast tomorrow, he boldly replies, “Both…” (Melville 75). In this moment, Ishmael is fully accepting his queerness, even going so far as to argue on behalf of Queequeg, arguing that Queequeg should keep his harpoon—a concern Ishmael had that first night they met. Ishmael realises that the harpoon is apart of his partner, and as such, does all he can to fight for Queequeg’s right to have his harpoon over night.

Through his saying “Both…”, Ishmael’s mind is open for new experiences; no longer is he the closed-minded man who was fearful of Queequeg, but now a man who sees his partner for who he is, not what his is (Melville 75). When othered, Ishmael is fearful initially, but with his partner by his side, he realises that being an other, while initially devastating, allows one to live freely, to love openly—whether it be a Pagan harpooner or a damn good cod chowder.

Week 6 – The Ocean and Her Children: Lost or Home?

            Reading through Moby-Dick, I can’t help but remember my own childhood. My mother dated a fisherman for ten years and I was raised with this reverence for the sea, a deep love and respect for the ocean, and an overwhelming fear in the water. A boat is only as sturdy or strong as you’re willing to believe it to be as you roll from end to end in the cabin above the bunks. Sleep is as guaranteed as the fish caught and food, if it stays down, is typically whatever is smallest and easiest to make, not necessarily what is healthiest.

            In these chapters, chapter seven in particular, I remember the fear I had every night, wondering if my mother’s boyfriend would be coming home or if he would be lost to the seas he loved more than anything. As he stares at the plaques commemorating those lost to the sea, Ishmael reflects on his own mortality, telling himself, “Yes, Ishmael, the same fate may be thine” (Melville 42). In this self-reflection, Ishmael shares with the audience a quick window into his vulnerability. Ishmael does not often give us a view into himself so vulnerably, at least never purposefully. When he speaks of the melding of blankets and hands when he was younger, he is trying to find the words to speak what it was that happened to him rather than him sharing a memory for the sole aspect of shared vulnerability, writing, “My sensations were strange. Let me try to explain them” (Melville 28). He feels compelled to explain what it was that reminded him of this peculiar experience, but ultimately not finding the right words to fully convey the sensation, only restating what the moment was.

This quick window into Ishmael, despite how vulnerable or accidental it may be, is over just as quickly as he bares it, writing, “…fine chance for a promotion, it seems—aye, a stove boat will make me an immortal by brevet” (Melville 42). Ishmael, and like many seaman before and after him, including my mother’s now ex-boyfriend, he becomes giddy at this idea, this romanticised death by the thing they loved doing most; for Ishmael, whaling, for we know how honourable he views whaling to be; for my mother’s ex, it was about the mutual respect, about dedicating your entire life to something and, at the end, being admired and taken in, rather than being taken out; being accepting and becoming one with the waters he sailed and worked on all his life, never to be seen as lost at sea, lost to her icy grip, a man who has “…placelessly perished without a grave” (Melville 41).

Week 1 – Introduction: Fifty Shades of Jeannnnnne

            Hi y’all, my name is Jeanne Taylor (she/her)! I’m majoring in both Film and English, hoping to be a director and writer. This is my last semester here so I’m hoping to really push myself this time around, doing as much as I can and all. I love writing and am so excited to see what experimental writing looks like, as opposed to an experimental film or screenplay. My films are typically about Queer Identities and Queer Self-Love, things I feel passionately about and look for in art everywhere. Moby-Dick, naturally, will be no exception! I hope to really dig into the novel and hope to find something I never expected, or perhaps something even more sour than once thought, if you will. I look forward to this class and cannot wait to begin to dig, as it were. Should be good!

For those wondering about my personal taste—there has to be one of y’all that’s wondering—some of my favourite films include Grave (dir. Julia Ducournau), Sibyl (dir. Justine Triet), Portrait de la jeune fille en feu (dir. Céline Sciamma), and, of course, I Saw the TV Glow (dir. Jane Schoenbrun). A little bit of body horror and some messy drama and broken hearts can’t really go wrong with it in my opinion, and even in my damned heart if we’re being real here. I adore experimental filmmakers like Maya Deren, David Lynch, other such beautiful names, I have not seen their films in what feel like forever. I would love to know some favourites of any of y’all, if anyone feels compelled to do such a wonderous thing as sharing about one’s tastes.