Melville still has a niche on Nantucket Island after all. And it is the whaling museum. We watched two presentations there, and then had time to wander through the exhibits. At every corner I halfway expected to see him (or his ghost) sitting in a chair and writing in a journal or something. A man from the museum told us the story of the Essex Gam, and he was a great storyteller. The other speaker from the museum had an interesting presentation on whaling, and his explanations reminded me of the chapters about the ship from Moby Dick.

But I think that might be the only place on Nantucket Island where Melville could still feel as though he belonged.