15 February 2013 – I am reading so much about whaling at the moment. The histories – the tools, the terminologies – it is so interesting. Everything about it is so mythological and banal. So barbaric and so simple, yet there is so much magic and ritual around the whole rite of it.
I am reading about the different opinions people had of whalers; from blood thirsty animals that worked in a abattoir, to magical heroic gods that risked their lives to light the world.
I have become fascinated with the spiked shoes the flensers used to wear to walk on the body of the whales.
I also am going to try and get my hands on a copy of Moby Dick, by Herman Melville.