The celebration of the birthday of the stately matriarch of our little clan is approaching, and the one gift that I would never ever ever dream of getting my mom on her birthday -- or any other day -- is admission to the New Bedford Whaling Museum's Thirty-Fourth Whaling Symposium even if it does feature Vicki Ellen Szabo (author of Monstrous Fishes and the Mead-Dark Sea: Whaling in the Medieval North Atlantic) as she discusses the history of Viking whaling. And there's also a session entitled "Invention and History of the Onboard Tryworks." It's this weekend and it's only 170 bucks, but there's only so much excitement a gal can take.
I am, unlike some "scholars" and "sailors," not territorial about the thing. When I say that it is "one of my favorite books," the emphasis is not on the "my." I do not delude myself into thinking that Melville wrote it just for me, nor do I feel any irrepressible need to promote, defend, or mother it.
I will, however, complain when William Hurt and Donald Sutherland sign on to a version of the thing that inexplicably involves a "Mrs. Ahab" played by the always-misused Gillian Anderson.
It's under filmway in Malta and Nova Scotia. Not New Bedford. Never mind that we have Father Mapple's actual Seaman's Bethel, or that it's the city that is the setting for the only chapters that anyone ever gets through. It's New Befford, which doesn't like Moby-Dick attention and would prefer to do a screen adaptation of Down at the Docks because that would require getting turned down by the always-misused Gillian Anderson.
Anyway, according to everything that I've read, the new adaption doesn't seem to have a hyphen, so maybe New Bedford is better off without them.
And as long as they're in Lunenburg and Shelburne Nova Scotia, at least they're on the "South Coast" of something.