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Rejection and Moby-Dick seem to have little in common,unless we discuss how many of us in high school rejected reading Melville’s masterpiece. I did.
But I have had cause to read (not re-read because I never got past the first three pages in high school!) Moby-Dick. Day before yesterday I finished reading Tom McCarthy’s C. A book without much plot nor character development, it is a meditation on technology and mourning and the meaning of meaning. McCarthy is a confident, compelling linguistic virtuoso.