Believe it or not, the first third of Moby Dick is wickedly funny, and includes a sharp satire on American Protestantism's tendency toward reductionist/pragmatist thinking.
Some scenes that had me in guffaws:
In ch. 17, Queequeg, the Cannibal, is carrying out his "Ramadan," sitting cross-legged, chanting, in the inn room he shares with the vaguely Protestant (anti-) hero, Ishmael, with the door firmly locked. Outside in the hall, Ishmael is so incensed by the idea of this 'mystical mumbo-jumbo,' that he hurls his body full force against the door, which of course, Queequegs opens just in time to have Ishmael fall into the room (one of the first uses of this prat fall, no doubt).
In the third and fourth chapters, Ishmael winds up having to share a room, and even a bed, with the immense, heavily tatooed cannibal, Queequeq.
And in ch. 10, Ishmael, having just listened to a strangely disembodied, but logical, Calvinist sermon, engages in an apparently
flawless syllogism that leads inextricably to the conclusion: "ergo, I must turn idolater."
It is a shame how dreadly this book is taught, and misinterpreted, in high school English classes. If you haven't given it a chance, try it again.