1626 Melville, by Edwin Haviland Miller (read 4 Apr 1981) This is a psychobiography of Melville, who was born 1 Aug 1819 and died 28 Sept 1891. If I did not usually finish books I start I surely would have quit reading this one, since at times it really is ridiculous. For instance, in discussing Melville's mother's attachment to her brother one finds this: "It may even be significant that Maria named none of her boys after Peter, father or son--the General's name was Peter too--both of whom she kept for herself." The book is full of nonsense like that, but yet it was interesting at times. Clearly Melville had a possibly unconscious homoerotic side. Melville's grave is at Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx. I would like to visit it. ( )