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464 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2010

As you will certainly know, each character in this novel is you. You are Ahab--the monomania is yours, the will to fusion with the whiteness of the whale, in itself a sublime idea. Ahab fits poorly in the industry of whaling, of course. He wants only one whale, whereas his investors at home desire many whales, as numerous as possible, redacted, rendered into oil. Ahab is Don Quixote, a fantasist. May I call you this as well?
May I say that you fit poorly into the economic machinery of our day, which wants to grind or boil us, render us all? As an artist you require the sovereignty of Herman. The imperial quest leads only to destruction. You are Ishmael too: the ordinary seaman who ends his quest for knowledge at sea, quite literally as a lone man in a broken vessel, clinging to the remnants of his soul-brother Queequeg, whose coffin represents the fragmented self.
