Selected Works Of Jack London

A collectible volume of Jack London’s stories. From hard-edged adventures in the Klondike territory to harrowing experiences on the South Seas, Jack London’s three most popular novels form the basis of this collection. Popular short stories round out this volume that will be a treasured addition to any home library. You’ll enjoy hours of reading infused with the romance, hopes, and frustrations of one of the world’s most widely read authors.

Contains The Call of the Wild, White Fang, The Sea-Wolf, and 40 short stories all by Jack London.

Jack London has long been recognized as one of the most colorful figures in American literature. He is America’s most widely translated author (into more than eighty languages), and although his works have been neglected until recently by academic critics in the United States, he is finally winning recognition as a major figure in American literary history. The breadth and depth of new critical study of London’s work in recent decades attest to his newfound respectability. London criticism has moved beyond a traditional concerns of realism and naturalism as well as beyond the timeworn biographical focus to engage such theoretical approaches as race, gender, class, post-structuralism, and new historicism. The range and intellectual energy of the essays collected here give the reader a new sense of London’s richness and variety, especially his treatment of diverse cultures. Having in the past focused more on London’s personal "world,” we are now afforded an opportunity to look more closely at his art and the numerous worlds it uncovers.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ...of the spare state-room. The wind was freshening rapidly, the Ghost heeling over more and more, and by the time the state-room was ready she was dashing through the water at'a lively clip. I had quite forgotten the existence of Leach and Johnson, when suddenly, like a thunderclap, " Boat ho!" came down the open companionway. It was Smoke's unmistakable voice, crying from the masthead. I shot a glance at the woman, but she was leaning back in the armchair, her eyes closed, unutterably tired. I doubted that "she had heard, and Imresolved to prevent her seeinglthe brutality I knew wouldfollowythe capture of the dese_r_te_rs. wa'siHEe&1'.i"V'ery good. Sh_e_sho_uld_s1eep. Tfierewerei swift commands on deck, a stamping of feet and a slapping of reef-points as the Ghost shot into the wind and about on the other tack. As she filled away and heeled, the ann-chair began to slide across the cabin floor, and I sprang for it just in time to prevent the rescued woman from being spilled out. Her eyes were too heavy to suggest more than a hint of the sleepy surprise that perplexed her as she looked fr up_ at me, and she half stumbled, half tottered, as I led her to her cabin. Mugridge grinned insinuatingly in my face as I shoved him out and ordered him back to his galley work; and he won his revenge by spreading glowing reports among the hunters as to what an excellent " lydy's myde " I was proving myself to be. She leaned heavily against me, and I do believe that she had fallen asleep again between the arm-chair and the state-room. This I discovered when she nearly fell into the bunk during a sudden lurch of the schooner. She aroused, smiled drowsily, and was off to sleep again; and...

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