Project Gutenberg · 59, free ebooks · by Jack London. Love of Life, and Other Stories by Jack London. No cover available. Download; Bibrec. Love of Life & Other Stories (Published by Macmillan, ). [ Go to London's Writings ]. Contents. Love of Life - [Curriculum Materials available]; The Story of. episode “Love of Life” by Jack London. A transcript of the story is included at the end of this lesson to print so students can read as they listen.

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In the spring of Jack London received a letter from magazine editor and London's “Love of Life,” which appeared in the same magazine exactly If you don't see the full selection below, click here (PDF) or click here. The Law of Life. By Jack London. STORYTELLER: The old Indian was sitting on the snow. It was Koskoosh, former chief of his tribe. Now, all he could do was sit. Jack London's short story, Love of Life, is the most gripping tale of survival you will ever read. One man's struggle for life against impossible.

The letters selected "reflect significant facets of London's personality and provide important information about his life, his personal and professional relationships, and his various careers as writer, businessman, social reformer, traveler and scientific farmer" p.

The vision of London that ultimately emerges from these letters is that of a man who, despite the problems that plagued his life and career, despite grinding poverty and privation in his early years, and despite declining health and financial disasters in his last years, held fast to an unfailing love of humanity and to a passionate love of life itself.

The essentially positive and optimistic vision of life that pervades his work and makes it so readable in spite of its often gruesome naturalism also pervades his correspondence.

No matter what hope or dream collapses, whether it be his dream house burned to the ground, his hopes of fatherhood with Charmian, his dreams of the good life and of Beauty Ranch, London always rebounds and never loses his capacity for hope. Similarly, London remained intellectually alive and enthusiastic to the end, discovering Carl Jung's revolutionary theory of archetypes and the collective unconscious in with as much fire as he had Darwin's evolutionary theories in and integrating them during the last six months of his life into several remarkable stories.

These letters also show us a London who knew how to promote himself with publishers and editors, deliberately cultivating a "mythic image of himself as the American Adam" p.

Having had some rather distressing experiences with editors at the beginning of his writing career, he felt that they were all unscrupulous and had no qualms about bargaining for top dollar for his stories. London emerges from these letters as a sensitive, unassuming, exceptionally open and energetic human being, despite the tough guy stance he often affected for public consumption, a stance that was essentially self-protective but which many took at face value and still do, as evidenced by Peter Kemp's review of these same letters in the Times Literary Supplement June 9—15, Nothing, for instance, could be less tough than his letters to Charmian Kittredge, with whom he fell madly in love after having married Bessie Maddern for practical and scientific reasons, and whom he married in , the day after his divorce from Bessie became final.

London's devotion to Charmian, which lasted to the end of his life, is in fact rather touching. It was much like a sea, this deadly sleepiness.

Love of Life, and Other Stories by Jack London

It rose and rose, mastering his entire self, bit by bit. Sometimes he was almost lost, swimming through its waters with a weakening effort.

Then, by some strange power of the soul, his will would strike out more strongly against it. Without movement he lay on his back.

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It came closer, always closer, and he did not move. It was beside his ear. The dry tongue moved across his face. His hands struck out. Actually, he had willed them to strike out. The fingers were curved, but they closed on empty air.

Quickness requires strength, and the man had not his strength. The quiet waiting of the wolf was awful. For half a day he lay without motion, fighting off sleep. He waited for the thing that was to feed upon him and upon which he wished to feed. Sometimes the sea of sleep rose over him and he dreamed long dreams. But always, through it all, waking and dreaming, he waited for the noisy breath and the feel of the tongue.

This time he did not hear the breath. He slipped slowly from some dream to feel the tongue along his hand.

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He waited. The teeth pressed softly, then more firmly. The wolf was using its last strength in an effort to sink its teeth into the food for which it had waited so long.

But the man, too, had waited long. The hands had not sufficient strength to grasp the wolf about the throat until it died. But the face of the man was pressed close to the throat of the wolf and the mouth of the man was full of hair.

At the end of half an hour the man felt some warm drops of blood in his throat.

It was not pleasant. It was like hot, melted metal being forced into his stomach, and it was forced by his will alone. Later the man rolled on his back and slept.

There were some scientists traveling on the fishing ship Bedford. From where they stood on the ship, they could see a strange object on the shore. It was moving down the beach toward the water. They were unable to decide what it was. Being men of science, they climbed into a smaller boat and went ashore to examine it.

And they saw something that was alive but which could hardly be called a man. It was blind and did not know what it was doing. Its movements produced little effect. But still it continued to drag itself across the ground at the rate of about twenty feet an hour. Three weeks later the man lay in a bed on the fishing boat. With tears streaming down his face, he told who he was and what he had experienced.

He also talked without meaning about his mother, and a home in California among the flowers. He delighted in the sight of so much food and watched it carefully as it went into the mouths of others.

With the disappearance of each mouthful an expression of sorrow came into his eyes. He was not mad. However, he hated those men at mealtimes. He was afraid that there would not be enough food. He inquired of the cook, the cabin boy, the captain, concerning the food supply. They reassured him numerous times. But he would not believe them and went into the kitchen to see with his own eyes. It was noticed that the man was getting fat. He grew bigger with each day. The scientists shook their heads and gave their opinions on the problem.

They limited the amount of food given to the man at his meals, but still his weight increased. The seamen smiled. They knew.

And when the scientists decided to observe the man, they learned the reason. They saw him walk about the ship after breakfast. Like a man begging with an outstretched hand, he approached a seaman.

"Love of Life" by Jack London

The seaman smiled and gave him a piece of bread. He grasped it, and looked at it as a greedy man looks at gold. Then he put it inside his shirt. He received similar gifts from other smiling seamen.

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The scientists were careful. They allowed him to continue. But they secretly examined his bed. It was lined with bread; every inch of space was filled with bread. Yet he was not mad.

He was preparing for another possible famine—that was all. He would recover from it, the scientists said. And he did, even before the Bedford sailed into San Francisco Bay.Shanghai: International Cultural Service Agency. As argument, London relates language and writing systems to fundamental opposition between an adaptive but static East and an active, 28 Jack London, Anti-Chinese Racism and Structural Censorship inventive West.

Pierce wrote in a style heavily derived from London Lockard and employed an identical allohistorical narrative device. After horrifying us with a journey of unthinkable, nightmarish obstacles, he makes us laugh. Because introductions or afterwords usually are limited in length due to publishing economics, the limitation likely provides further incentive against broaching a disagreeable issue whose open discussion may discourage book sales.

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