Do You Like Starbuck?

moby-dick-queequeg.jpgFlipping through long list of books I have yet to read and even a goodly number that I have already read I was overcome by a curious sense of urgency, possibly corresponding to my rapidly advancing years. It started in the Js and became stronger as I scanned through the Ks and Ls, becoming a visible trembling as I dipped into the Ms. Could it be?

Is it time for one last and massively enjoyable read of one of the greatest American novels?

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.

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True Lies

[Blatantly copied from the New York Times Book Section .. I couldn’t have said this better myself.]

True Lies

Published: March 15, 2013

MadelinesIn January, two California men, a political consultant and a professional chef, filed suit against Lance Armstrong and his publishers after his interview with Oprah Winfrey, in which he confessed to blood doping and using other performance-enhancing drugs during his Tour de France championship spree. In their complaint, the litigants claimed they would not have purchased Armstrong’s autobiographies “It’s Not About the Bike” (2000) and “Every Second Counts” (2003) had they known that the books were built on a foundation of lies. Any inspirational messages contained within, they alleged, were communicated with a flagrant disregard for truth. Armstrong’s stories of training vigilantly and succeeding as a result grossly misrepresented actual circumstance. Moreover, the lawsuit suggested, the two books were categorically dishonest: they were marketed as nonfiction when they were, it turns out, fictitious.

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