I decided to give Moby Dick a try (I “read” it in High School*) and loathed it. I’ve poked through it a few times since, but other stuff has always come up.
However, I’m reading it now and it’s a blast. Forget all that metaphor shit about Moby Dick representing Ahab’s fear of aging or whatever it’s supposed to be…if you just take it as a book it’s fun. There’s action, adventure, a mutilated and crazed sea-captain, a (possibly) ghost/demon-whale and there’s even a freakin’ cannibal. Taken on it’s own merits, on it’s own terms and not of some pathetic high-school teacher who’s desperately trying to prove some dumbass theory about how the whale cost Ahab his leg and made him “impotent” proving that the whale is really the hero(ine) and represents the SACRED FEMININE and how Ishmael is clearly a stand-in for virgin males and his terror is the terror of men against the secret-sacred nature of all womynkind**
Look–if you enjoy analyzing every syllable of a book for secret clues: more power to you. I don’t denigrate the activity-unless it’s inflicted on high school students who might otherwise find that classic books don’t have to suck.
Once I’ve finished Moby Dick, I’ve gotta go back and see if “Tom Sawyer”, “The Scarlet Letter” and a few others were as dire as I remember or if the class was just designed to make it seem that way.
Kidding aside, what the hell is the intent of ruining a good book by picking it apart? It’s like trying to enjoy each individual frame of a movie–without getting to see the movie as a whole.
Anyone else have this experience? Books that were dissected in high school being much better when just read for their own sake and not for hidden secret clues?
(Note–all that crap about the whale representing Ahab’s fear, etc might be there and hell, might have even been what the author intended. It still doesn’t make for good reading)
*By which I mean we picked apart each chapter/paragraph/sentence/word looking for hidden nuances of meaning, allusion, metaphor…in other words, it was a big ol’ jerkoff session for people who like to navel-gaze.
**I’m kinda making up these theories. High School was a long, LONG time ago and I don’t remember the specific brand of twaddle the teacher was trying to get us to see in a fun adventure story (she did mention the “sacred feminine” but it might have been with some other book.) The only one I definitely remember is that the whale stood for Ahab’s fear of death or aging. Which, is bullshit. The whale? Stands for a honkin’ ginormous demon-whale.