I would prefer not to.
The only Melville I could slog through was Bartleby the Scrivener. And, if not for the impressive passive aggressiveness of Bartleby, even that would have been tough going.
I skimmed Moby D and could not for the life of me figure out what the big deal was. Ahab just needed to drink some calming chamomile tea and get a grip (or to follow group wisdom here - talk to his therapist about how the whale made him feel). Melville needed an editor.