Here is all they have at 6 Pearl Street, now an ugly hirise, where Melville was born.  Poor Herman.  Don't you think he deserves a brass plaque at least?  The thing to the right that you can barely make out is a brass (?) bust of Melville in back of a plastic window with a lot of moisture on the inside.  Even up close you can't really see it.

More about the book in my next post - soon.