By Nick Spicer in Americas on May 17th, 2010 "Call me Ishmael." So begins Herman Melville epic seafaring novel, ostensibly about whaling, an American Odyssey recounting Captain Ahab's obsessive pursuit of a great oil-carrying sperm whale, Moby Dick. It ends in disaster. I write this in a sand barrier motel in Grand Isle Louisiana, in a hot room overlooking an empty beach, and just a few of the six hundred-plus oil platforms in the Gulf of Mexico. And it is hard not to ask: is BP another Captain Ahab? Or, worse, is the United States? Crude oil is not, of course, sperm whale oil, or "spermicetti". But they have had equally pervasive influences on their societies. In Melville's 19th century, the oil was used to burn in lamps, make candles, soften leather and even, he writes, to anoint kings: "Certainly it cannot be olive oil, nor macassar oil, nor castor oil, nor bear's oil, nor train oil, nor cod-liver oil. What then can it possibly be, but sperm oil ...