I chuckled out loud almost as much as I stopped to reread a paragraph aloud to myself in awe of the language.
Obviously many consider this to be the best book written in English, and, on a personal level, Bartleby and Benito Cereno were watershed reads for me in college, but somehow I kept delaying reading Moby Dick, I think waiting until I felt like I'd read enough or learned enough in advance, worried that I would sully the experience if I went into it wrong (or just end up hating it).
I finally started it when I found an awesome old disheveled leather copy at an estate sale for $5 (which the owner seems to have tried to rescue with leather balm or something, but succeeded only in making permanently sticky), and reading it has been a wonderful experience.
No need to start with background essays, history, or a focused review of the Bible (at least for the first read). Just dive in and enjoy.
Sticky Dick! And yeah I always advocate for just diving in to books like this. "A great book teaches you how to read it" is a cliché but like most clichés, it's true. This one especially, it's about the rhythm and Melville's monomaniac madness! I love The Confidence Man almost as much, planning to reread that one soonish.
Truly a special book. Like many greats, its reputation is quite different from it's reality.