It’s done. I just spent the last few hours and finished Moby Dick. It started promisingly enough at the beginning of lockdown, but it got bogged down in the oppressive situation. There is so much information in there just about the technical aspects of 1850’s whaling that it really got to be a slog. I’ve read that so much of it is a commentary on the human condition, that it is the greatest American novel ever written, if not the greatest ever. Maybe, maybe not. I’m sure the current situation really held blinders over my eyes to those aspects, and this is probably the worst time to tackle what most consider a masterpiece. Maybe I’ll try it again in the future when times are better. In any case, I’m glad I did it (the last 100 pages are really fantastic). As I write this, I’m feeling good for the first time in a long time. I accomplished something!
My audio reading continued at a slower pace (I usually do most of my audiobooks during my commute). I finished Little Women and a productivity book called Hyperfocus. I recommend Little Women, as everyone should read it.
What’s next? In hard copy, I’m deciding between Billy Phelan’s Greatest Game by William Kennedy and The Farthest Shore by Ursula Leguin. The first is book 2 in Kennedy’s Albany Cycle and the latter is book 3 in LeGuin’s Earthsea series. On audio, I’m waiting for delivery this week of Tana French’s In the Woods, from the library.
Don’t stop reading and listening, fellas. It’s a nice escape from real life right now.