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The Atlantic Monthly | January 1995
First Encounters
Herman Melville and Nathaniel Hawthorne by Nancy Caldwell Sorel ..... After ascending as far as they could by carriage and wagon, the party set off on foot. It was a jolly venture. A thunder shower was not allowed to dampen spirits: sheltered under an over-hang, the climbers sipped iced champagne from a silver mug and heard a recitation of Bryant's poem, made more dramatic by thunder and flashes of lightning. When the rain stopped, they trekked on. At the summit an exuberant Melville stood boldly on a projecting ledge as on a ship's deck and demonstrated hauling in sail, while the usually reserved Hawthorne playacted at scanning the horizon for a whale's hump. A three-hour dinner laced with wines and fine conversation followed, and by day's end the very private Hawthorne, age forty-six, had invited Melville, thirty-one, to spend a few days with him. As it turned out, the man whose life had been defined by Salem's insularity, but whose just-published novel, The Scarlet Letter, explored the depths of the human psyche, had a lot to offer the man whose formulating experience was "the sky above, the sea around, and nothing else." Under the spell of Hawthorne's bent toward allegory and the seductive persuasiveness of his handsome person, Melville rewrote his whaling story and dedicated Moby-Dick to his friend. Copyright © 1995 by Nancy Caldwell Sorel. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; January 1995; Herman Melville and Nathaniel Hawthorne; Volume 275, No. 1; page 73. | [an error occurred while processing this directive] |
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