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Moby Dick or The White Whale
Herman Melviles Moby Dick
"Call me Ishmael." This caught me unawares as it set the pace of one of the most captivating books I ever read. Moby Dick by Herman Melvile. Not that I did not grow up in the seventies and had an aversion to classic books as anyone else. Yes, I read a lot of JT Edsons and Louis L'amours, not to mention James Hardly chase. But I hardly ever remember a book of any of the above. When a relative lent me the copy of a book called Mobby Dick, I did not think I had the gumption to read it to finish. It was so big, I was so young, so slow, I estimated it would take me a month. Then I opened the first page and the phrase, "Call me Ishmael got me hooked. "
I will not delve here into the intricacies of its build up, towards the larger than life Captain Ahab, nor the even bigger white whale christened Moby Dick. I cannot tell you about my impression of Qweeqeg who signed as the mark of his name quohog, and the Pequod. I shall not talk about Dagoo nor the white whale. I would rather you caught a hold of Herman Melvilles 'The white whale' and get hooked as I was, by the leviathan, a long time ago. Grab yourself a copy of Moby Dick at your nearest bookshop.
The Little Prince - Antoine Saint Des Exupery
Who asks you to draw a sheep in the middle of the Sahara?
Who else will ask you to draw a sheep in the vast desert sands of the Sahara? You guessed, the little prince – The little Prince by Antoine Saint des Exupery - from a foreign planet - comet 107, 307? No, I do not remember, my daughter has long since stolen my copy of The Little Prince and lost it. But I will never forget my encounter with The Little Prince, who questions my very own soul, about greed, about money, about why I am so busy, and so forlorn and so distance. Why do I want to be so removed from other human beings? Why am I afraid? Am I the king? Why must I be off with everyone’s head? And why is it that I am not content with the thousands of trees, of other entities to love on my planet, he only has one rose and that is all he has to love and to cherish, to pamper and to flatter. That is The Little Prince for you. Come on you have to read The little prince.
Nicholas Monsarat - The Master Mariner
Wander the earth, until the end of time
What if you got cursed for your cowardice to wander the earth for all time? This is the tale of one, man, who leaves a friend overwhelmed by a bale of hay in a burning ship in The Master Mariner by Nicholas Monsarat. He takes off at his friend's hour of need and the last statement of the burning man is for him to go and live forever. This becomes his fate. It is of no consequence that he meets with an old Irish witch to interpret his fate. His die is cast in The Master Mariner and Running Proud – book two of the former. He wanders the world, the underling of many a ship master, where he dare not reveal how old he is. Not only is this a wonderful tale of cowardice, love and regained courage of this man who has to live forever in The Master Mariner, it is also our own mirror, to question our values, and whether it would be a gift or a curse to have to live forever. I loved The Master Mariner.
A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
A tale of despair, a tale of hope, a tale of love, a tale of hate by the very best of them all
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of
Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way-in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France."
The above passage sets the pace for the French revolution in a A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. It sets the pace for a story about love, a story about hate, a story about life, a story about death in A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens. For all you are worth, a read of A Tale of Two Cities is like the first taste of ice cream in literature. Come on what are you waiting for? It is there for a fee, even for free at the Gutenberg. Personally I prefer a hard copy. I could not have lived without the pleasure I have at seeing even the title of it, A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.