The wolves will come…
I started this in high spirits as my updates show: “Fifth re-read, this is surely a koan. How thrilling it is to plumb new depths in old wells of wisdom…”
In this alternate universe:
The Giant Leviathan is a noble, unseen fish – steady and without malice.
Captain Ahab is transformed into a gentle, wise old zen master. Santiago – a humble fisherman with no legendary crew to command and only his frail body instead of a Pequod to do his bidding.
Queequeg is probably the dolphin which was the old man’s only hope against his foe, his brother.
Now Moby Dick for me was the grand struggle of an obsessed genius with his destiny (in fact, about the creative struggle) – it proves that life is a tragedy and in the grand conclusion, you go down with a mighty confrontation and your ambitions take you down to the depths of the sea – no trace left of either you or your grand dreams except a mist of madness propagated as a half-heard story.
This was profound and it moved me to tears – but it was still grand, was it not? The great struggle, the titanic battle and the heroic capitulation! It was operatic and it was uplifting – even amidst the tragedy, the mighty bellow of man’s cry in the face of the unconquerable; that gave me goosebumps.
But Hemingway and his Old Man has turned the story in its head.
It takes you beyond the happily-ever-after of Moby Dick (!) and as always those unchartered waters are beyond description. This alternate universe is much more cruel and much more real. There is no grand confrontation that ends in an inspirational tragedy.
It turns it into a battle of attrition – you are inevitably defeated even in success and life will wear you down and leave no trace of your ambitions.
It makes you battle to the last breaking point of every nerve and sinew and lets you win a hollow victory that you cannot celebrate as life has worn you out too much in your pursuit of your goals and the destiny, the destiny too now seems more and more unreal and you ask yourself if you were even worthy enough to start the battle.
And as you turn back after that jaded victory, then comes the sharks, inevitably, inexorably. And then begins the real battle, not the grand epic, but a doomed, unenthusiastic battle against reality – with the knowledge that no grand ambition can ever succeed.
And the old man tells it for you – “I never should have gone out that far!”
The alternate universe is depressing and it is Zen at the same time, I do not know how. I probably have to read this many more times before any hope, any secret light in it comes to illuminate me – for today, for this reading, Hemingway has depressed me beyond belief and I cannot remember how I always thought of this as an inspirational fable!
The scene in which the restaurant lady sees the bones of the once great fish sums it up for me – In the end you give up hope of success and only wish that at the very least you might be able to bring back a ghost of the fish so that people can see how great your target really was – but all they see is the almost vanished skeleton of your idea; your grand dreams are just so much garbage now and who will have the imagination to see the grandeur it had at its conception?
“They beat me, Manolin,” he said. “They truly beat me.”
“He didn’t beat you. Not the fish.”
“No. Truly. It was afterwards.”
- Ernest Hemingway – The Old Man & The Sea (armaitus.wordpress.com)
- The Old Man and the Sea by Thomas James (illustrationage.com)
- You: Mike Shanahan and the Washington Redskins: Chasing Moby Dick (bleacherreport.com)
- Metaphor = ? (espliego.wordpress.com)
- Two Great Summer Reads (That Are Even Better Together!) (superdoodadsblog.wordpress.com)