Pierre"Ambiguities indeed! One long brain muddling, soul bewildering ambiguity (to borrow Mr. Melville's style), like Melchisedeck, without beginning or enda labyrinth without a cluean Irish bog without so much as a Jack o' the'lantern to guide the wanderer's footstepsthe dream of a distempered stomach, disordered by a hasty supper on half cooked pork chops." So judged the New York Herald when Pierre was first published in 1852, with most contemporary