It happens pretty frequently, but feeding a particular craving can take awhile just because of all the books I want to read. It’s a viciously fun cycle. In My Life With the Eskimo, anthropologist and Arctic explorer Vilhjálmur Stefánsson mentions quite a bit about the whaling industry, its decline, and its impact on the area. It was all very interesting. It also got me thinking about finally reading that whale of a tale, Moby Dick. Now a year later, I’m going to read about Captain Ahab for the first time. I’m quite enjoying the book thus far. I didn’t know until the introduction that Herman Melville sailed on a whaling voyage or that he was taken by cannibals, which adds more of a realness to the story.
“Though the world scouts us as whale hunters, yet does it unwittingly pay us the profoundest homage; yea, an all-abounding adoration! for almost all the tapers, lamps, and candles that burn around the globe, burn, as before so many shrines, to our glory!” (p 117)
Both books have gotten me hyped up for sailing season- so very happy to see boats in the still frigidly cold water. Soon I’ll be hoisting the sails, bunkering down in the berth, saying things like “starboard” and “aye aye, Captain”, and of course, enjoying cold beers on the deck.
Any suggestions for other nautical works of fiction? I like reading them this time of year.