Showing posts with label Melville. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Melville. Show all posts

Sunday, March 22, 2020

Poetry and Sharks


My two youngest sons are currently obsessed with 'sea creatures'; whales, sharks, dolphins, squid, crabs, etc. have grabbed their attention as planets and solar systems did last fall. Daily they create dozens of pictures of these creatures and beg to watch, once more, episode 3 of The Blue Planet.

It's been great fun to learn with them about the ocean and its animals and amazing to see how much information about these topics their young brains easily absorb. 

Like most kids, their favorite animal seems to be the shark. Well, maybe it's the blue whale, but I don't know a poem about a blue whale, whereas I know the following poem about a shark. 

The Maldive Shark

About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim,
How alert in attendance be.
From his saw-pit of mouth, from his charnel of maw
They have nothing of harm to dread,
But liquidly glide on his ghastly flank
Or before his Gorgonian head;
Or lurk in the port of serrated teeth
In white triple tiers of glittering gates,
And there find a haven when peril’s abroad,
An asylum in jaws of the Fates!
They are friends; and friendly they guide him to prey,
Yet never partake of the treat—
Eyes and brains to the dotard lethargic and dull,
Pale ravener of horrible meat.

A shark to illustrate Melville's The Maldive Shark
Phlegmatical pale ravener with a Gorgonian head.

Few people, I suppose, think of poetry when they think of Herman Melville, but he wrote a lot of it, and much of it is, like the poem above, very good. (I particularly like the phrase "Gorgonian head"). That his poetry is not well-known can be chalked up, at least partly, to its not being available in a decent edition. Well, that recently changed when the Library of America finally published his complete poems in this lovely edition (click on pic for link):

You know you want to buy it.

With most of the world quarantined at home, there's never been a better time to read Melville's poetry. And this isolation will probably be long enough for a few hardy folks to tackle his Clarel, one of the longest poems in American literature.* But if 18,000 lines of epic poetry about a man's pilgrimage to the Holy Land isn't your thing, you can always reread The Maldive Shark or Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War, his collection of poems on America's Civil War.

* What is the longest poem in American literature, you ask? It is, as of this post, the science fiction epic: Space an Odyssey in Rhyme. 

Tuesday, March 10, 2020

Top 10 Novels


I am a sucker for 'best of' lists and for good prose, and I recently came across a writer who provided both.

W. Somerset Maugham is an author that I avoided for years and for no good reason. I suppose I was turned off by the title of his most famous work, Of Human Bondage, which implied an abundance of depression and misery. This winter, however, I came across an admiring mention of Maugham by Lawrence Block (an author whose works I love), so I decided to give him a shot. A novel, a memoir, and a few short stories later, I'm kicking myself for waiting so long.

I first read The Razor's Edge, which I knew only as the basis of the movie that gave Bill Murray his first non-comedic role.

Ambulance driver turned Buddhist monk; later he will bust ghosts.

Well, the book turned out to be great. Maugham writes with deceptive clarity and elegance: he reads quickly, but is not simple or trite. He is a master craftsman, and master craftsmen make their art look easy. As Block points out in one of his excellent books about writing, Maugham is especially good at manipulating and shifting the point of view from which he tells a story.

As has often been the case with writers I discover late, I had no idea how much Maugham wrote and in how many different genres. I have so far made it through several of his short stories and one of his memoirs, but he also wrote many plays, which was this genre that brought him his first taste of wealth and fame and allowed him eventually to live at the Villa Mauresque on the coast of France:

What the ability to write well can get you.

Like all good writers, Maugham read a lot, and his opinions and observations on the works of others makes for engrossing reading. His most sustained attempt in this genre is The Art of Fiction: An Introduction to Ten Novels and Their Authors, which contains, essentially, his thoughts on what he regards as the ten best novels. And those ten are:

Fielding, Tom Jones
Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Stendhal, The Red and the Black
Balzac, Le Père Goriot
Dickens, David Copperfield
Flaubert, Madame Bovary
Melville, Moby-Dick
Bronte, Wuthering Heights
Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Tolstoy, War and Peace

Maugham admits that he just as easily could have listed the following ten novels as the best of all time:

Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
James, The Ambassadors
Stendhal, The Charterhouse of Parma
Sterne, Tristram Shandy
Thackeray, Vanity Fair
Eliot, Middlemarch 
Lesage, Gil Blas
Austen, Persuasion
Balzac, Cousin Bette

One could certainly come up with another list just as good as these, but Maugham's twenty books are by any estimation a formidable and respectable lot. I willingly admit that I have read only seven of them. It would be a fun project to read all twenty.