I've spent the last week reading Herman Melville's Moby Dick. More accurately, rereading it. As a staple of literature curriculums, I had been forced through it during a ten week American novel binge at college. I remember not liking it at the time, but thoroughly enjoyed it this time. And like all great literature, what you see in it reflects who you are when you read it.
Twenty five years after college, I'm much more concerned with the world and my impact on it than I was as a college...
Published on July 20, 2010 11:50