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Moby-Dick” more about dick than supposed?
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Orson Welles reading from “Moby-Dick”:



Unlike that of Walt Whitman, the sexuality of the “father” of the American novel is still highly contested. Herman Melville was married with children, yet his time at sea and stranded among the natives of the Marquises and Tahiti contributed to what Nathaniel Hawthorne viewed as a liberal sense of sexuality which some critics say manifested itself in his work. I was wondering what other people thought of this. Is there a homoerotic subtext to Melville’s writing or are these instances simply examples of the Victorian “romantic friendship”? And does an artist’s sexuality effect his work? Here are some passages from “Moby-Dick” as examples and an excerpt from his letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne regarding “Moby-Dick”. What do you think?

November, 17th 1851—Herman Melville to Nathaniel Hawthorne:
“Your letter was handed me last night on the road going to Mr. Morewood's, and I read it there. Had I been at home, I would have sat down at once and answered it. In me divine maganimities are spontaneous and instantaneous -- catch them while you can. The world goes round, and the other side comes up. So now I can't write what I felt. But I felt pantheistic then -- your heart beat in my ribs and mine in yours, and both in God's. A sense of unspeakable security is in me this moment, on account of your having understood the book. I have written a wicked book, and feel spotless as the lamb. Ineffable socialities are in me. I would sit down and dine with you and all the gods in old Rome's Pantheon. It is a strange feeling -- no hopefulness is in it, no despair. Content -- that is it; and irresponsibility; but without licentious inclination. I speak now of my profoundest sense of being, not of an incidental feeling.

Whence come you, Hawthorne? By what right do you drink from my flagon of life? And when I put it to my lips -- lo, they are yours and not mine. I feel that the Godhead is broken up like the bread at the Supper, and that we are the pieces. Hence this infinite fraternity of feeling. Now, sympathizing with the paper, my angel turns over another page. you did not care a penny for the book. But, now and then as you read, you understood the pervading thought that impelled the book -- and that you praised. Was it not so? You were archangel enough to despise the imperfect body, and embrace the soul. Once you hugged the ugly Socrates because you saw the flame in the mouth, and heard the rushing of the demon, -- the familiar, -- and recognized the sound; for you have heard it in your own solitudes.

Herman.

P.S. I can't stop yet. If the world was entirely made up of Magians, I'll tell you what I should do. I should have a paper-mill established at one end of the house, and so have an endless riband of foolscap rolling in upon my desk; and upon that endless riband I should write a thousand -- a million -- billion thoughts, all under the form of a letter to you. The divine magnet is on you, and my magnet responds. Which is the biggest? A foolish question -- they are One.

“The Counterpane”, Moby-Dick:
“Upon waking next morning about daylight, I found Queequeg's arm thrown over me in the most loving and affectionate manner. You had almost thought I had been his wife. It was only by the sense of weight and pressure that I could tell that Queequeg was hugging me . . . But at length all the past night's events soberly recurred, one by one, in fixed reality, and then I lay only alive to the comical predicament. For though I tried to move his arm - unlock his bridegroom clasp - yet, sleeping as he was, he still hugged me tightly, as though naught but death should part us twain. I now strove to rouse him - "Queequeg!" - but his only answer was a snore. I then rolled over, my neck feeling as if it were in a horse-collar; and suddenly felt a slight scratch. Throwing aside the counterpane, there lay the tomahawk sleeping by the savage's side, as if it were a hatchet-faced baby.”

“A Bossom Friend”, Moby-Dick:
“I drew my bench near him, and made some friendly signs and hints, doing my best to talk with him meanwhile. At first he little noticed these advances; but presently, upon my referring to his last night's hospitalities, he made out to ask me whether we were again to be bedfellows. I told him yes; whereat I thought he looked pleased, perhaps a little complimented . . . If there yet lurked any ice of indifference towards me in the Pagan's breast, this pleasant, genial smoke we had, soon thawed it out, and left us cronies. He seemed to take to me quite as naturally and unbiddenly as I to him; and when our smoke was over, he pressed his forehead against mine, clasped me round the waist, and said that henceforth we were married; meaning, in his country's phrase, that we were bosom friends; he would gladly die for me, if need should be.”
“How it is I know not; but there is no place like a bed for confidential disclosures between friends. Man and wife, they say, there open the very bottom of their souls to each other; and some old couples often lie and chat over old times till nearly morning. Thus, then, in our hearts' honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg - a cosy, loving pair.

“Night Gown”, Moby-Dick:
We had lain thus in bed, chatting and napping at short intervals, and Queequeg now and then affectionately throwing his brown tattooed legs over mine, and then drawing them back.“

“A Squeeze of the Hand”. Moby-Dick:
“Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me; and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers' hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules. Such an abounding, affectionate, friendly, loving feeling did this avocation beget; that at last I was continually squeezing their hands, and looking up into their eyes sentimentally; as much as to say, - Oh! my dear fellow beings, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other; let us squeeze ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness.”
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Strong stuff and also probably what strong friendships are made of... We need to remember that the conditions on a boat are rather contrived, for all sorts of purposes, even sleeping ones.
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princealbertofb Wrote:Strong stuff and also probably what strong friendships are made of... We need to remember that the conditions on a boat are rather contrived, for all sorts of purposes, even sleeping ones.


Hmmm . . . yes, that is why I included the option of "romantic friendship". I'm not certain what you are referring to when you mention the condition on a ship being contrived. Are you talking about Melville's own experience on ship or are you talking about the novel itself? In the cace of the novel, the only section I quoted from "Moby-Dick" that is aboard ship is the last one from "A Squeeze of the Hand" otherwise; the quotes are taken from sections where Ishmael and Queequeg are in Nantucket. But, as you point out, ships and other homosocial milieus do indeed change sexual practices. But, I am not an essentialist when it comes to sexual identity and viewing male-male sex in the time period as essentially homosexual would be a-historic.
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a-historic? You mean not having a history? why do you say that... I'm sure this practice has been going on since the dawn of mankind... so even before history begins (when the written word starts to record events)
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princealbertofb Wrote:a-historic? You mean not having a history? why do you say that... I'm sure this practice has been going on since the dawn of mankind... so even before history begins (when the written word starts to record events)


Certainly, as you say the practice has been going on since the dawn of mankind as far as we can tell, and there has always been the desire for members of the same sex. But, there has not always been an identity based on sexual desire, neither heterosexual nor homosexual. That is what is a-historical. These identity categories of sexuality are very recent. Prior to that, there was just "right" and "wrong", "perverse" and "chaste".
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I thought that was what you meant, since the word homosexual was only coined in the 19th century (by a Hungarian was it?)... The practices of homosexual behaviour have had all sorts of names since they began
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