In a blaze of coincidence - either that or the folks at Orion books are reading this blog, which seems highly unlikely, as I'm certain it's only read by close personal friends/family/people I've given ten bucks to - I have received the "Compact Edition" of Moby-Dick In Half the Time. No, really. That's what it's called. It's significantly shorter than the version a kind friend gave me a few years back (this friend perhaps overestimates my perserverance). The cover is pretty cool, too, as you can see. Is that tattooed dude Queequeg?
But now I'm feeling kinda guilty about...cheating. Is reading this too much like Clif's Notes? I never used those in high school. It was a badge of honor. And yes, OK, maybe I should've tried them when I didn't read Portrait of the Artist as A Young Man in 12th grade AP English and had to sit there praying nobody would call on me to discuss it, but I had too much pride.