I have been reading MOBY DICK out loud in a terrible Maine accent for weeks now. But if you know MB, you know that each chapter is its own hilarious/profound self-contained squall of beautiful sentences. And I do my best to illuminate it along the way (with help from you in the comments). Which is to say you don’t have to start from the beginning to enjoy/endure my performance of this, the unrivaled champion of WHALE MURDER LITERATURE. You can start right here if you want.