The Moss Piglet's Moby Dick issue (October 2024) has been out for a while now and I thought it'd be interesting to document what I submitted and talk about what was accepted and what wasn't.
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Now to my contribution!
I submitted three pieces:
- The Right Whale Was the Wrong Whale (accepted)
- Ishmael's Epilogue
- Tonight Only
Herman Melville went to London to publish his book
At the manuscript illustrators didn’t bother to look
To see what type of whale the author thought
would be best for the story that should be sought
So the book was published with lovely cover art
and sent to booksellers ready for sales to start
Which is when it was noticed there must be a tale
To explain why the cover featured the wrong whale
The book was showing a Right Whale
But Ahab hunted a Sperm Whale
So the Right Whale turned out to be the wrong whale
What a whale-y tale-y fail
To the complaint Herman’s lawyers sent
Threatening suit over how the cover art went
The illustrators responded in an angry letter
That they knew the public’s appetite better
The book illustrated a Right Whale
But Ahab raged against a Sperm Whale
So the Right Whale was never the right whale
What a whale-y tale-y fail
While the hope was for customers in droves
Reviewer copies ended up in their stoves
After Melville’s death the book found acclaim
But while he was alive, it wasn’t the same
The book never showed the right whale
The Pequod is chasing the wrong whale
Ahab’s leg was taken by the White Whale
What a whale-y tale-y fail
Let’s just read the book, let it set sail
With a yo-ho-ho and frothy mug of ale
When I started writing this, it quickly went from a prose microfiction to a poem. It was only after I wrote the first chorus (and realized that's what it was!) that it turned into song lyrics.
Ishmael's Epilogue
Pray call me Ishmael still - Ishmael the former schoolmaster, Ishmael the occasional sailor, Ishmael the sole survivor of the Pequod, the whaling ship that now rests at the bottom of the sea along with the full compliment of its crew. Perhaps aside, of course, from its doomed captain, Captain Ahab, who was noosed and lashed to the Great White Whale, Moby Dick. Even now that great Leviathan, with harpoon jutting still from its side, may swim and thrash in pain with his deceased foe, a grisly trophy, and unwanted companion, until that great Fish’s dying day.
My surviving of that adventure, of clinging for a day and a night to the coffin that had been made for my friend, Queequeg, and converted into a life buoy during the voyage, until my rescue by another whaling ship, had, for a time, cured me of my need to seek the sea whenever the same damp, drizzly November in my soul would arise. But, as too often happens when tragedy becomes a distant memory and pressing cares of the day override softly spoken vows to not try Fate again, I found myself signing onto a merchantman due to depart the following day. And from whose sailing I was absent.
It’s still unclear to me what transpired between adding my name to the crew list and the scheduled departure of The Siren Song. I have a hazy memory of drinking ale with the Second Mate of my new ship, of becoming ill, and of lying cold and still in a dark alley. I may even have heard the mate say “Ill fortune poisons a ship”, but my ragged dying breaths made my hearing unreliable.
(Author’s Note - this is the UK version of the Epilogue. In the US version, it’s revealed that Ishmael murmurs these words to an attending nurse at a local hospital before succumbing to the presumed poisoning).
I wanted this to follow some of the elements within the actual novel, Moby Dick. It's why I start with "Pray call me Ismael still" - it makes reference to that famous opening line and I hope it sets out what I'm trying to accomplish.
The style also tries to follow the opening paragraphs of the book.
The Author's Note is a play on the history of the book - the UK version of the book had the very ending bit edited out which showed that the Ishmael, then the sole survivor of the sinking of the whaling ship Pequod, being rescued by another ship. In mine, the UK version edits out the fact that Ishmael was heard and heeded by an attending nurse.
Tonight Only
There’s a district in every major city where seedy and salacious meets affluent and refined. A place where the rich buy their drugs of choice, find an hour or two of companionship, and enjoy entertainments frowned upon by polite society. To the uneducated eye it’s all tawdry and gaudy, but to those familiar with the scene, there are palaces of exotic arts where performers are lucky to perform and only select patrons are able to enter.
Richard makes a comfortable living traveling to these exclusive venues; he makes more in tips in one night than most people see in a year. And when his stage name is on a theatre’s marquee, a fleet of expensive automobiles bringing well-heeled customers can be expected.
You know his stage name, although probably not in this context. But when Richard first started performing and needed a name that would be both memorable and utterable in public, he abbreviated both his hometown of Mobile, Alabama and his first name and put them together: Moby Dick.
It doesn’t hurt that his anatomy is appropriately sized to match.
These being my first submissions to Moss Piglet (and my not finding the issue archive until after submitting these works), I wasn't sure what would be accepted and not. While not in my normal style (I try to stay away from anything risqué) I thought perhaps this would be welcome.
Overall, I'm very happy with all of these pieces and am pleased the song was accepted.