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title:Moby Dickbeluga
Difficulty: lexile lance reading index 1230
By Herman Melville
Publisher Name: Harper Collins publisher
Time of publication: 2013
Language: English
ISBN：9780007925568
Item size: 11.2 x 3.7 x 17.8 cm
Packing: paperback
Number of pages: 618

Moby DickMoby Dick is a marine novel published in 1851 by Herman Melville, an important American novelist in the 19th century. The novel describes the story that Captain Ahab died with Moby Dick in order to chase and kill Moby Dick (actually white sperm whale). The story creates an atmosphere that allows people to navigate at sea and encounter various dangers or even death at any time. It is the authors representative work. It is suitable for English majors and readers interested in classical English literature.
Reasons for recommendation:
OneMoby DickThis novel has become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation with its rich ideological content, the scale of epic ship and mature and thoughtful writing style;
2. Epic literary masterpiece, recognized as a great masterpiece in the world literary world, known as "the mirror of the times" and "a brilliant expression of American imagination";
3. Ernest Hemingway, an American writer, and Camus, a French writer and Nobel Laureate in literature, highly praised the book;
4. Collins classic series, including historical background and author introduction (life & times), attached with glossary of classic literature. The new word list adopts the interpretation of Collins English dictionary, which is helpful for readers to learn and understand;
5. Light environmental protection paper printing, small and light, easy to carry and read.
Moby Dickis a novel by American writer Herman Melville, published in 1851 during the period of the American Renaissance. The novel was a commercial failure and out of print at the time of the author’s death in 1891, but during the 20th century, its reputation as a Great American Novel was established. William Faulkner confessed he ed he had written it himself, and D. H. Lawrence called it “one of the strangest and most wonderful books in the world”, and “the greatest book of the sea ever written”. “Call me Ishmael” is among world literature’s most famous opening sentences.
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“There she blows!— there she blows! A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!”
Sailor Ishmael tells the story of the obsessive quest of Ahab, Captain Ahab’sfanatical, lifelong obsession with tracking down the great white whale Moby Dick is told by Ishmael, one of the ship’s crew. Sacrificing the safety of his men, the crazed Ahab single-mindedly pursues his goal with a devastating outcome. At it’s very core, Moby Dick is an adventure novel, but Melville unravels the issues surrounding the indoctrinated belief systems of the time, and it also serves as a cautionary tale and a moral fable.
Considered as one of the most important American novels of its time, Ishmaels narrative of a man against mammal is symbolic, and compelling to the very end.


Herman Melville was an American novelist, short story writer, and poet of the American Renaissance period best known forType E(1846), a romantic account of his experiences in Polynesian life, and his whaling novelMoby Dick(1851).

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.
Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?— Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks glasses! Of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster— tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green fields gone? What do they here?