MOBY DUCK

Anchors aweigh, play-mateys!

Raymundo’s metanarrative opens with Captain Herman and avian first mate Mr. Plume in hot pursuit of their titular pal; Moby Duck proves a worthy adversary in a game of nautical hide and seek, and besting him won’t be an easy feat. But readers anticipating an immersive, swashbuckling epic will find those expectations soon subverted when a shift in perspective reveals that the seemingly open seas are actually confined to a porcelain tub, and these sailors are really bath toys at the destructive mercy of a sudsy, light-skinned tot, who’s a stand-in for (and doppelgänger for) Captain Herman; the title character is a cheery-looking rubber ducky. The brief tableaux that follow offer more punny patchwork than plot, introducing (and quickly resolving) trials like the Forest of Eye-Stinging Bubbles and the Wall of FAH-SET. Herman alternatively appears as intrepid mariner and splashy bather, at once the cause of and good-natured victim of imaginative chaos. And juvenile Melville-heads need not fret—the infamous whale winked at throughout makes an appearance, too. Raymundo is at his best when realizing moments of chuckle-inducing self-awareness—of which there are many—but while his premise is strong, his execution is somewhat stymied by uneven pacing. This flaw is forgivable, given the narrative’s mimicry of imaginative bathtime play, but it yields a less satisfying conclusion than more traditional adventure narratives. Nonetheless, hesitant bathers will appreciate the creative inspiration.

A buoyant seafaring escapade.