"Two dads, slouched under the mast pole to my left, silently mouthed some of Melville’s more lyrical turns—matching cadence with the narrator—with huge goofy grins painted on their faces, like they were reciting Lil Wayne punchlines at Coachella. A couple of college kids in front of me were limply splayed out on the floorboards with their eyes closed, absorbing the text in sensory isolation. A woman toward the front of the room had brought her knitting needles and a spool of yarn. For the next several hours, she’d steadily make progress on what appeared to be a sweater while Ahab battled the whale. It was a heaven I couldn’t understand, but a heaven nonetheless."
~ Luke Winkie
"A Whale of a Time
I survived a 24-hour marathon reading of Moby-Dick. It hurt so good."
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