Did not enjoy Hardwick's writing style at all. Also, the book was cobbled together from other, earlier writings and was often repetitive. Could not recommend this at all.

Elizabeth Hardwick’s last book, wherein she shares her considerable enthusiasm for Melville. (Her four-page discussion of Bartleby is a revised version of her essay published in 1983.) Of course, in this short, highly readable book (this is in the Penguin Lives Series) you get neither a full biography nor a full critical review – which she’s the first to admit. Her purpose is to promote reading of Typee, Redburn, and The Confidence-Man in addition to the more popular works like Moby-Dick. I certainly agree about that, but wish she had something more to say about Melville’s poetry, and less re-telling of Moby-Dick. It’s interesting that she praises and relies on and even quotes from the first volume of Hershel Parker’s Melville biography (although I take it that Parker does not approve of her book), but at the time she wrote it, the second volume (1852-1891) was not yet published. So I wonder how she might have done things differently had she had the full biography. Includes a selected bibliography, but no index.

It has often been observed that what we as readers take away from a book is largely dependent of what we bring to it, in the way of preconception, attitude, and belief. Bearing this in mind, I will confess that I approached Elizabeth Hardwick's biography of Herman Melville as a poor substitute for the massive two-volume work produced by Hershel Parker on the same subject - a book whose tremendous size and scope suggested nothing so much as a mountain that I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to climb. This ungracious approach may be partly responsible for the almost-violent dislike I felt for Hardwick's book throughout the first third of the volume.

I found the author's grasp of certain aspects of American history somewhat wanting, and although this manifested itself mostly in incidental, "throwaway" lines and paragraphs, largely irrelevant to the main topic of the book, the historian in me was still somewhat perturbed. Hardwick's careless comments about Joseph Brant and the Iroquois Confederacy (found in one paragraph on page 12), particularly irked me, owing no doubt, to the fact that I am doing some reading on that very topic at the moment. I realize that this book is devoted neither to the Revolutionary War, nor to the Six Nations, but when an author slips up on a topic I do know something about, I find myself wondering if there are other errors of understanding, pertaining to subjects about which I'm less well-informed, that I'm just not catching.

I also found it very difficult to acclimate to Hardwick's stylistic quirks, which include a tendency to transform sentences into long lists of adjectives, frequently dispensing with the verb altogether. She has a habit of beginning a sentence with a name or short phrase, followed by a colon and a short description, as if she were either too busy or too clever to write in a more traditional fashion that would better serve communication. I found the overall effect of Hardwick's prose pretentious, and it was something of a distraction from the topic at hand. It is my understanding that Hardwick has won some acclaim as a novelist, but this is meant to be a work of nonfiction, something of which her editor would have done well to remind her.

While my initial reaction to this short biography, part of the Penguin Lives series, was overwhelmingly negative, I should note that, contrary to my expectations, it did improve somewhat. Hardwick seemed to "settle down" after a while, and as her stylistic idiosyncrasies became less pronounced, the text became more lucid. When she wasn't trying too hard to dazzle, her writing had an almost-luminous quality that truly bespoke her great love for the topic at hand. I found myself interested, and even charmed occasionally, by her ruminations on some of Melville's masterpieces. The chapter on Moby Dick was quite enjoyable, although I found myself wishing that she had devoted more space to some of the other great works, The Confidence-Man in particular.

Which brings me to my final point. The author seemed undecided in this book, as to whether she was writing a biography or a work of literary criticism, and the book does not succeed in either category. There is simply not enough material about the life of Meville to make this an adequate biography. By the same token, the textual criticism is just not detailed or extensive enough to satisfy. Despite these, and my earlier criticisms, I am glad, on the whole, that I read this book. As a friend pointed out to me, this series provides an excellent starting point for further investigation. In other words, it looks like I'll be reading that Hershel Parker after all... ( )

This short biography successfully integrates Herman Melville's life with his literary works. Following a couple of introductory chapters Hardwick identifies most of the remainder with specific novels or shorter works by the author. While its brevity prevents this biography from the "Penguin Lives" series from being comprehensive it still is worth reading for both the insights of Elizabeth Hardwick and her impeccable prose. With the inclusion of a thoughtful afterword and useful bibliographic suggestions for further reading this book presents a good introduction to Melville or a traversal of familiar territory for others who can read and enjoy the author's portrayal of one of America's and the World's greatest authors. ( )

A quick, yet good, biography of Melville that doesn't delve into whacky theories that he was gay or an occultist or any stupid thing like that. ( )