What it do fam? Sparky Sweets here, and today I’m breakin down this
WHALE of a book: Moby Dick by Herman Melville.
Just look at this damn thing. Over 600 pages and all dat happens is
basically this- Some bruh callin’ himself Ishmael crew up on a hooptyass
whaling boat, where a Captain named Ahab only got one thing on
his mind- icin’ Moby Dick, the giant white whale that jacked his
leg. Eventually they find dat fool’s pasty ass, Moby wrecks da
whole boat, and errybody die cept Ishmael.
First off, dat fat-ass whale is mo’ than just a fish. Like we hearin in
chapters 36 and 40, Moby Dick sometimes symbolizin’ da unknown,
otha times he reppin all da mess humanity gotta grind through, and
sometimes, he reppin God himself.
See, Ahab got mad beef wit da fact dat da world is a twisted place
where bad sh** happen on da reg and there ain’t nuthin we can do about
it. Whereas mos’ homies would jus’ sit back, light up a J, and accept
it, Ahab don’t play like dat. He gonna take all dat anger, pin it on
Moby Dick, and spend erry second of his life rebellin’. Not against a
whack society. But a whack existence. And even though scrappin
wit da way da world works is a fight dat nobody can win, Ahab
gonna keep goin til he’s six feet deep.
Das why in Chapter 36 Ahab say “be the white whale agent, or be the
white whale principal, I will wreak that hate upon him. Talk not to me
of blasphemy, man; I’d strike the sun if it insulted me.”
In other words, I don’t give a damn who you is- God, the Sun,
the Universe- you act like a bitch, I’ma treat you like a bitch.
Now if dat ain’t da realest gangsta sh** you eva’ heard, then you ain’t
been payin attention homeboy. Catch y’all later. Peace.