We missed the bicentennial of Herman Melville‘s birthday. He was born just over 200 years ago on August 1, 1819, in a boarding house on 6 Pearl Street, in the Financial District of Lower Manhattan in New York City. In honor of the bicentennial here is an updated post from a few years ago on visiting Melville’s birthplace.
The boarding house where Melville was born is long gone. A 42-story gleaming glass and metal skyscraper, 17 State Street, rises where the building once stood. One photographer referred to the building as a “great white whale” which is certainly evocative. While the boarding house is gone, there is a plaque and bronze bust of Melville roughly on the site of the original structure.
The memorial is easy to miss, particularly on a busy Manhattan morning when the entire world seems to be rushing by on the sidewalks of one of the world’s great financial centers. One might think of this as sadly fitting. Melville was, after all, a failure in his own time. Each of his books had been out of print for thirty years before his death. So, one might be saddened that the memorial of his birth is in an out-of-the-way spot in the side of a just another glass-walled skyscraper.
But, before you find yourself growing “grim about the mouth” or sinking into “a damp, drizzly November of [the] soul,” turn around.
Across the street is a coffee shop, specifically a Starbucks, the company named after the mate of the whaleship, Pequod, from Melville’s greatest novel, Moby Dick. This is only one over 200 Starbucks in New York City and over 20,000 in 62 countries around the world. No doubt, most Starbuck patrons will not remember Melville’s 200th birthday. Nevertheless, I raise my cup of coffee to the immortal Herman Melville, the patron saint of failed writers, the author of Moby Dick, Billy Budd, White Jacket, Typee and Pierre, and as wholly integral to our culture as the first cup of coffee in the morning.
Update: This was originally posted in 2013 when there was indeed a Starbucks directly across the street from the Melville Memorial on Pearl Street. In New York real estate, as in life itself, change is constant. The coffee shop has moved further up Pearl Street. In fact, there are now two Starbucks a short walk up Pearl Street from the Memorial, the first at 110 Pearl and the second at 375 Pearl Street.
That lower Manhattan neighborhood is the nexus of the universe:
Standard Oil’s building on Broadway, Esso furnished kerosene lamp oil
manufactured to their standards, superseding whale oil..
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Someone told me the memorial is no longer there. Anyone have info on that? thx
Way back in 1998 when in the brigantine EYE OF THE WIND we sailed up from Pitcairn to Hiva Oa, we found the graves of Jacques Brel the French singer, Gaugin the Artist two graves apart dived in the pass and sailed round the corner past the inlet where Herman Melville deserted his whaler and then into the next bay where we anchored under a crown of rocks in the same anchorage as Robert Louis Stephenson`s schooner CASCO, pretty wonderful to have been where so many influential men of our time had been. When I was in SEA CLOUD in 1982 we had an Alumni group aboard who were doing a study on Moby Dick, Another connection is that of Captain Adrian Small who was boat steerer in Moby Dick the film made by John Houston, if you go to Youghal in Waterford Ireland today take a drink at the pub and talk the movie and look at the plastic white whale in the harbour with Ahab suitably tethered to it. Happy birthday Herman