I was hesitant whether to rate it or not, since it’s such a tough read, 19th century English, which is not my mother-tongue to begin with. But that’s not a flaw of the book, but only a hallmark of the time in which it’s written.
But Moby Dick is a gruelling, complex, metaphorical and symbolical read, but in some ways that’s the same as the journey of the Pequod. The book is unique, and it’s so strong it draws you into this one subject this much, and I feel it tells all there is to tell about whaling. I’m drawn into this forlorn era, this forlorn world, and lived in it so vividly.