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Title: The Call of the Wild and Selected Stories
Author: Jack London
Publisher: Published April 1960 by New American Library (first published 1903)
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Out of the white wilderness, out of the Far North, Jack London, one of America's most pupular authors, drew the inspiration for his robust tales of perilous adventure and animal cunning. Swiftly paced, vividly written, the six stories included here deal with the main theme of London's work-- the law of the club and the fang, man's instinctive reversal to primitive behavior Out of the white wilderness, out of the Far North, Jack London, one of America's most pupular authors, drew the inspiration for his robust tales of perilous adventure and animal cunning. Swiftly paced, vividly written, the six stories included here deal with the main theme of London's work-- the law of the club and the fang, man's instinctive reversal to primitive behavior when pitted agianst the brute force of nature.

30 review for The Call of the Wild and Selected Stories

  1. 5 out of 5

    Bookdragon Sean

    Men are so cruel. The way they break animals is deplorable; they use them, exploit them and abuse them all in the name of sport, entertainment and human convenience. Men are cruel. They try to conquer rather than living in a world of mutual respect; it’s man who has lost his nature, and he imposes such a thing on everything he comes across, but the animals will fight back: “With a roar that was almost lion like in its ferocity, he again hurled himself at the man” Buck is kidnapped (dognapped is Men are so cruel. The way they break animals is deplorable; they use them, exploit them and abuse them all in the name of sport, entertainment and human convenience. Men are cruel. They try to conquer rather than living in a world of mutual respect; it’s man who has lost his nature, and he imposes such a thing on everything he comes across, but the animals will fight back: “With a roar that was almost lion like in its ferocity, he again hurled himself at the man” Buck is kidnapped (dognapped is probably more appropriate) and forced into submission by a brutal overseer. He is forced to be a sledge dog, a life of servitude he initially enjoys. The dogs enjoy the sense of purpose and quickly form their own pack. However, like trade goods, the animals are sold off to a new owner, one who is foolish and inexperienced when it comes to animal care. He pushes the dogs too far; they start to die, and he pushes the remainder even further. He cares not for the fallen, and leaves them discarded in the snow without as much as a second thought: they are nothing to him. It’s this kind of attitude that is almost the death of Buck, but he comes back. For all man’s wickedness, he also has the capability for good. Buck experiences human kindness for the first time, forming the deep bond that dog can have with man. He relishes in the friendship. It’s the only affection he has received in a long, long, time. He doesn’t want to lose it; he become possessive and violent in regards to his master’s attention: he becomes a pet. He fights other dogs for the right to sit by his human’s side. But such a thing is unnatural to him, and what starts to form is an internal war within his mind. He wants to find his true self again. “There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.” Indeed, the importance of this work resides in the title. The real issue isn’t a debate of ethics associated with animal treatment, but the act of being separated from one’s true self. Buck’s innate drive calls for only one thing, to be with his own kind. That’s what human kind has deprived him of. His natural instincts are at war with the obedient behaviour that has been bred into his psyche after domestication. He wants freedom, he longs for it, and the wild calls him home.

  2. 4 out of 5

    brian

    i am a dog obsessive. i'm nuts. dogs are my moby dick. they're my opera-house in the jungle. if i had a genie in a bottle, i'd wish away all human life (including my own) so dogs could take over the world. wait. that'd be wish number two. number one would be that i had an olympic sized swimming pool filled with dogs and i could do a few laps. then i'd erase humanity. seriously. my dog is the coolest guy i've ever met, my best friend, and love of my life. if it sounds weird: piss off. i don't wan i am a dog obsessive. i'm nuts. dogs are my moby dick. they're my opera-house in the jungle. if i had a genie in a bottle, i'd wish away all human life (including my own) so dogs could take over the world. wait. that'd be wish number two. number one would be that i had an olympic sized swimming pool filled with dogs and i could do a few laps. then i'd erase humanity. seriously. my dog is the coolest guy i've ever met, my best friend, and love of my life. if it sounds weird: piss off. i don't wanna know you. so, i kinda can't not like this book. and it's weird that i've never read it. well, today i did. picked up this new puffin edition and polished it off in one sitting. good goddamn is this a great book. as an adventure story it's just incredible and then all that regression shit? wow. Buck, the main dog, goes back through his bloodline, down his ancestry... where he watches a primitive man, all hunched over and furry, peer out the mouth of a cave into the cold blackness of the UNKNOWN. there's some seriously badass jungian shit going on here. spooky and ineffable and just fucking gorgeous. masterpiece, baby, masterpiece. and check this passage in which Buck and the other dogs chase a rabbit through a snowy, moonlit forest: "All that stirring of old instincts which at stated periods drives men out from the sounding cities to forest and plains to kill things by chemically propelled leaden pellets, the blood lust, the joy to kill - all this was Buck's, only it was infinitely more intimate. He was ranging at the head of the pack, running the wild thing down, the living meat, to kill with his own teeth and wash his muzzle to the eyes in warm blood. There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad on a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight. He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time. he was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars and over the face of dead matter that did not move." yes.

  3. 5 out of 5

    Stephen

    REVIEW ADVISORY: Please be aware that, while the following review contains a number of adorable animals pics, young Ricky Schroder, who starred in the movie version of the novel, will NOT appear...I feared that would raise the sugar content of this report to diabetically dangerous levels.   Awwwwwww.....the classic “coming of age” story, with the nifty twister of having the main character be a pawky puppy going on doggiehood. I really licked it liked it, so two paws up there. BTW, I'm not going t REVIEW ADVISORY: Please be aware that, while the following review contains a number of adorable animals pics, young Ricky Schroder, who starred in the movie version of the novel, will NOT appear...I feared that would raise the sugar content of this report to diabetically dangerous levels.   Awwwwwww.....the classic “coming of age” story, with the nifty twister of having the main character be a pawky puppy going on doggiehood. I really licked it liked it, so two paws up there. BTW, I'm not going to slow down for spoilers, except for the very end, as I assume most people reading this are pretty familiar with the story. Plus, in this case, knowing the story elements shouldn't have much of an impact on the reader's enjoyment, since it's the experience of the journey that holds the power. Of course, if you disagree, than you are welcome to go blurry-eyed over the words and just focus on the pics...that's why they're there.   PLOT SUMMARY: Our main character is Buck, a Saint Bernard. When we are first introduced to our husky headliner, the Buckster is Doggymesticated and living a happy, carefree existence with his kindly owner.   Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your opinion of how Buck’s life turns out in the end, Buck is puppynapped by an odious offalhead with a gambling problem**. **WHOOOOAAAA there tonto!! As a life long resident of the wholesome, family-friendly City of Las Vegas, I feel the need to pause briefly and toss out some support to my hometown casinos that are currently struggling through revenue declines due to the economic slowdown and remind those of you considering a trip to Sin City that .......Oh, almost forgot. On a related note, I've also been asked by the Institute for Alcohol Awesomeness Awareness to inform you that drinking alcohol can lead to the development of super powers, so go ahead and pick up a twelve pack on the way home and who knows, you may be flying to work tomorrow…........   Okay, now back on review. This is where things start to go really FUBAR for Buck. Our young hero is shipped to Alaska, where he's sold to a pair of French Canadians to be trained as a sled dog. Having a lot of spunky spirit, Buck doesn't take kindly to being stolen, starved and struck, and so goes into rather violent attack mode when finally released from his cage after the long journey. Sadly, Buck is quickly “beat down” and seemingly “broken” as part of his training as a sled dog. In reality (and just between you and me), Buck isn’t broken at all, but learns enough “self control” to act the part while secretly maintaining his desire to be free. You know, like this poor fella: While held by the Frenchies from North of the border, Buck is introduced to other dogs being housed there, and quickly learns the ugly reality of “survival of the fittest” by which the dogs live. Eventually, Buckers becomes a pack leader due to his size, strength and intelligence (remember we are talking a big Saint Bernard here):   Later, Buck is sold to a man named Charles and his family. These people are all kinds of stupid and know exatcly zippo about sledding or surviving in the Alaskan wilderness. They are simply caught up in the fever of the Klondike Gold Rush and trying to strike it rich. Initially, Buck is, sigh, resigned to follow their lead even though he senses their overabundance of incompetence is going to lead to some fugly mishap for him. However, it soon becomes apparent that the family’s bungling stupidity and complete lack of understanding regarding everything from sledding, to the harsh Alaskan environment, to the fact that snow is cold, is leading everyone to a "DANGER Will Robinson" moment. Having no comprehension of how long or hard the journey to the Yukon will be, Charles and his family initially waste the food supply by overfeeding the dogs thinking it will make them more able to endure the long work day. Holy Moly Canolli is this a bad idea!! Anyone who owns a dog knows they will continue to eat as long as you continue to feed...even to the point of: As you might expect, the food supply soon dwindles. Charles and the other wizards begin to basically starve the dogs while expecting them to work even harder and sled longer during the day.  Uh....anyone else see trouble-a-brewing. Eventually (thank the stars), the group runs into an experienced mountain man named John Thornton. I won’t give away what happens next except to say that John rescues Buck from the group and nurses him back to health. This is such sweet, tender moment in the story that I thought it deserved an equally sweet picture, thus: Buck comes to love Thornton and grows devoted to him, though he still feels a calling to be free (no marriage jokes, please....please). During his time with Thornton, Buck begins exploring the wilderness and becomes acquainted with the wolves from the area. *******MAJOR SPOILER ALERT*******MAJOR SPOILER ALERT******* MAJOR SPOILER ALERT******* MAJOR SPOILER ALERT******* . . . Okay, for those of you still with me, one night, Buck returns from hunting to find that Thornton has been brutally killed by a group of local Indians. As you can imagine, Buck is a wee bit upset at this and decides that maybe the Indians... ....... . . . And so Buck goes absolutely BUCK WILD (yep, that's where the expression came from, how cool is that). From there, as far as the Indians are concerned, it is: You mess with Buck's friend and you are just asking for five varieties of trouble. Afterwards, Buck comes to understand that his old life is over and follows the wolves into the wild to live as a part of the pack. . . . *******END OF MAJOR SPOILER ALERT*******END OF MAJOR SPOILER ALERT******* END OF MAJOR SPOILER ALERT******* END OF MAJOR SPOILER ALERT******* FINAL THOUGHTS: Overall, being an animal lover, I couldn't help but love Buck and his story was interesting. There were also parts that were difficult to deal with for the same reason. I loved the final resolution of the story and the contrast between puppy Buck at the beginning of the story and the doggie Buck at the end. I didn't rate this higher because I didn't love the prose as much as the puppy and the pacing, even for such a short book, was a little uneven. Still, there is much to recommend this and I would certainly support your checking this classic out. 3.5 stars. RECOMMENDED.

  4. 4 out of 5

    Ben Winch

    I defy anyone - man, woman or child - not to like The Call of the Wild. It's the most exciting adventure, the most moving love story, the deepest meditation on a creature and its place in nature. If you aren't cheering for Buck the dog by the end of this you're either hard-hearted or a cat-lover.

  5. 5 out of 5

    Mark Lawrence

    I remembered discovering either Call of the Wild or Whitefang when I was a boy and really liking it, so on finding this on our shelves I read it to Celyn (12 but too disabled to read). I found myself translating on the hoof as the book was written in 1903 and much of the language is quite Dickensian. Celyn's vocabulary, whilst largely unknown to me, must be derived from books and conversations, and neither of those would have supplied her with many of the words in Call of the Wild. I found myself I remembered discovering either Call of the Wild or Whitefang when I was a boy and really liking it, so on finding this on our shelves I read it to Celyn (12 but too disabled to read). I found myself translating on the hoof as the book was written in 1903 and much of the language is quite Dickensian. Celyn's vocabulary, whilst largely unknown to me, must be derived from books and conversations, and neither of those would have supplied her with many of the words in Call of the Wild. I found myself having to find more comprehensible substitutions for sentences in the style of: "His primeval perspicuity endured the ardor of robust toil." as I read them. I also took time to precis what had happened every few pages. The book wasn't written for children. It was first published in sections in a national newspaper and satisfied the readers' curiosity about life in the Alaskan wilds during the recent (ongoing?) gold rush. Jack London spent a lot of time out in the wilds with the men, sleds, and dogs, researching for the story, so the technical detail is accurate and serves as reportage. It's a pretty grim tale told with as little anthropomorphism as can be achieved without destroying comprehension. Our hero, the dog Buck, is stolen from a loving home to satisfy the need for sled dogs in the gold rush. We meet a whole succession of some 20+ dogs and (view spoiler)[ every single one of them dies a gruesome death (hide spoiler)] . Some of the dogs meet very moving ends. The human cast changes swiftly and many of them fare little better. The story structure is unusual and the whole book very short (somewhere in the 30-40,000 word range). It is, however, (or perhaps because) engaging and 'educational'. I thought it was a good read, though now it's reaching for 4* whereas the boy-Mark would have given 5* without a second thought ... though perhaps he read Whitefang instead... Join my 3-emails-a-year newsletter #Prizes #FreeContent ...

  6. 5 out of 5

    jessica

    my goodness, this is a tough one for me to review. the abundance of violence and animal cruelty made this such an emotional read for me. i can understand why this is a classic and so well loved - there are many great themes in this book and the resolution is quite satisfying, but i struggled with most of the content. this was not a bad book, it just wasnt as enjoyable for me personally. 2.5 stars

  7. 4 out of 5

    Lynne King

    “Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time. This he had never experienced at Judge Miller’s down in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley. With the Judge’s sons, hunting and tramping, it had been a working partnership; with the Judge’s grandsons, a sort of pompous guardianship; and with the Judge himself, a stately and dignified friendship. But love that was feverish and burning, that was adoration, that was madness, it had taken John Thornton to arouse.” In reading this book, I had “Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time. This he had never experienced at Judge Miller’s down in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley. With the Judge’s sons, hunting and tramping, it had been a working partnership; with the Judge’s grandsons, a sort of pompous guardianship; and with the Judge himself, a stately and dignified friendship. But love that was feverish and burning, that was adoration, that was madness, it had taken John Thornton to arouse.” In reading this book, I had my long standing belief confirmed that one cannot know how much one has loved another human being until the latter has been removed for whatever reason and that also applies to non-humans. And we are talking about a dog here: “From his St Bernard father he had inherited size and weight, but it was his shepherd mother who had given shape to that size and weight. His muzzle was the long wolf muzzle, save it was larger than the muzzle of any wolf; and his head, somewhat broader, was the wolf head on a massive scale.” Buck’s cosy lifestyle was to change forever in the fall of 1897, when the lure of gold with the Klondike strike had men rushing to northern Canada to take advantage of what they perceived to be instant wealth. The one necessity to achieve this was having sled dogs and consequently Buck was taken, subjected to very rough treatment, and ended up as one of them. But Buck is no ordinary dog. He soon realizes that he has to fight for survival in his new unwanted lifestyle both with living on the meagre food rations he was given and the aggressivity of his fellow dogs. Nevertheless, this is a great dog and he soon becomes a legend in these northern lands with his prowess of pulling heavy loads and his sheer excellence as a sled dog. He even won his owners $1,600 (rather a lot of money then) when he pulled a load of 1,000 lbs a distance of 100 metres. His primordial instincts, however, gradually come to the fore and I have no doubt that when he met the first wolf and spent a day with him, that he would have reverted to type but then choice unexpectedly had come into the equation with that one word “love” and that came in the form of John Thornton who had saved his life. And as a result with that choice there are two roads that he can follow and so what does Buck decide to do? I don’t know why this book has had such a dramatic effect on me. Perhaps the era had something to do with it, the immense lands of Canada, and Buck’s continual fight for survival. How could one not admire and love this incredible dog? But imperceptibly he is changing too: “The blood longing became stronger than ever before. He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survived.” And finally the following poem states it all with ancestry, instincts, and history: It is taken from "Atavism," a poem by John Myers O’Hara: “Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom’s chain; Apart from its brumal sleep Wakes the ferine strain” And Buck was indeed awakened. I can never be more grateful that I came across this children’s classic. Where was I in my youth that I was never told about this spellbinding book? It’s not long but I actually browsed through the book again after finishing it. I didn’t want to let go of those incredibly moving words by Jack London.

  8. 5 out of 5

    Councillor

    The Call of the Wild is the classic dog novella, the book to check out if you want to know how dogs were portrayed in classic literature. Nobody could deny Jack London's reputation in his genre, and thousands of readers seem to love his dog stories. He was certainly a good author, as it is almost impossible to think of any other author who might have been able to paint such a dark, realistic and captivating picture of the Alaskan landscape, of nature's rudeness and the frameworks of the laws of The Call of the Wild is the classic dog novella, the book to check out if you want to know how dogs were portrayed in classic literature. Nobody could deny Jack London's reputation in his genre, and thousands of readers seem to love his dog stories. He was certainly a good author, as it is almost impossible to think of any other author who might have been able to paint such a dark, realistic and captivating picture of the Alaskan landscape, of nature's rudeness and the frameworks of the laws of nature. This is the story of Buck, a dog who has suffered through almost everything a dog could have to suffer through in his life. He is a dog born to luxury and kidnapped into wilderness, who has to learn to adapt himself to the rules of nature in order to survive, who has to realize that Charles Darwin's quote from Origin of Species is not merely a quote: "In the struggle for survival, the fittest win out at the expense of their rivals because they succeed in adapting themselves best to their environment." The point of this novel completely forgot to make its presence felt to me, however. Maybe London wrote about how you have to accept the rules of nature, maybe he wrote about the strong connections between human beings and dogs, maybe he wrote about the cruelty of humans, maybe even about the cruelty of nature - all those are motifs certainly recognizable in this novel. To me, they appeared as if they were randomly interspersed into the book just for the sake of being included. However, that doesn't mean this book doesn't earn its classic status. It is a good book after all, I just didn't care about it as much as I did about White Fang. In my opinion, White Fang is way more intriguing than this novel, yet for some reason, The Call of the Wild is the more popular and beloved one, so I recommend reading this first and White Fang afterwards as it seems like I was let down by my high expectations after having read and loved White Fang years ago.

  9. 5 out of 5

    Mohsin Maqbool

    I FIRST read Jack London's "The Call of the Wild" as a Classics Illustrated comic-book in the 1960s. I was in my early teens and was hardly interested in who Mr. London was or what he did for a living. All I was interested in was reading comic-books and enjoying them. Finally, I was able to read the 32,000-word adventure novella this year in September-October. The book ended up in my list of favourite books. I also felt somewhat disappointed with myself for not having read the tome during my scho I FIRST read Jack London's "The Call of the Wild" as a Classics Illustrated comic-book in the 1960s. I was in my early teens and was hardly interested in who Mr. London was or what he did for a living. All I was interested in was reading comic-books and enjoying them. Finally, I was able to read the 32,000-word adventure novella this year in September-October. The book ended up in my list of favourite books. I also felt somewhat disappointed with myself for not having read the tome during my schoolboy days or even my 20s. Anyway, better late than never! The lead character of the book is Buck, a large and powerful St. Bernard-Scotch Shepherd. The first chapter opens with the first quatrain of John Myers O'Hara's poem, Atavism. The stanza outlines one of the main themes of The Call of the Wild: that Buck, when removed from the peaceful Santa Clara Valley of California, where he was raised at a judge's house, will revert to his wolf heritage with its inborn instincts and characteristics. Here is O'Hara's poem "Atavism" in its entirety so that you can enjoy it as well as grasp its significance as to why Mr. London used its first stanza to start his book. Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom's chain ; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain. Helots of houses no more, Let us be out, be free ; Fragrance through the window and door Wafts from the woods, the sea. After the torpor of will, Morbid the inner strife, Welcome the animal thrill. Lending a zest to life. Banish the volumes revered, Sever from centuries dead ; Ceilings the lamp flicker cheered Barter for stars instead. Temple thy dreams with the trees, Nature thy god alone ; Worship the sun and the breeze, Altars where none atone. Voices of Solitude call, Whisper of sedge and stream ; Loosen the fetters that gall, Back to the primal scheme. Feel the great throbbing terrene Pulse in thy body beat, Conscious again of the green Verdure beneath the feet. Callous to pain as the rose, Breathe with instinct's delight ; Live the existence that goes Soulless into the night. The suffering that the dog goes through in the first few chapters is bound to make you cringe. Sometimes you truly wonder how Homo sapiens can be so heartless. But then again all kinds of people make this world. London spent almost a year in the Yukon collecting material for the book. The story was serialized in the Saturday Evening Post in the summer of 1903 in four parts before being published a month later in book form. The tome’s great success immediately made London rich and popular. More than that it had his name included in the canon of world-famous American writers. Authors like Ernest Hemingway and William Faulkner were influenced by his writing. The Call of the Wild (cover of the Saturday Evening Post shown) is about the survival of the fittest. If you have not read the book, make sure to do so in 2017. I guarantee that you won't be disappointed. It has thrills, chills and spills. Thrills as in thrilling chases; chills as in chilling icy weather and spills as in dog fights to the death with spilling blood. A few nights back I was able to watch the 1972 version of "The Call of the Wild" directed by Ken Annakin and starring Charlton Heston, Michèle Mercier, Raimund Harmstorf, George Eastman and Maria Rohm. It is a co-production between the UK, France, Italy, Spain and West Germany, which is why it has a multi-star cast with actors from all these countries. It was made in Finland which is exactly why the film has a breathtaking winter landscape. John Cabrera has done a magnificent job of the cinematography. Even though the director has skipped some of the initial parts of the book and has made some changes probably because of avoiding not to make the film too long, he has still done a pretty good job by making quite an exciting film. The DVD cover of "The Call of the Wild". A dog is indeed a man's best friend. Buck shakes hand with a human friend. Charlton Heston, who plays Thornton, with his pet Buck.

  10. 4 out of 5

    Apatt

    Novels narrated from a dog’s point of view are rarities. I distinctly remember reading two, Fluke by the late great James Herbert, and Cujo by Stephen King (only partly from the dog’s POV). If the author’s talent is up to the task, it is quite a nice change in perspective (though I am sure you wouldn't want to read fiction from a canine perspective all the time unless you are a dog, even actual dogs don't want to do that, I have asked a few). Set in the Yukon during the 1890s Klondike Gold Rush, Novels narrated from a dog’s point of view are rarities. I distinctly remember reading two, Fluke by the late great James Herbert, and Cujo by Stephen King (only partly from the dog’s POV). If the author’s talent is up to the task, it is quite a nice change in perspective (though I am sure you wouldn't want to read fiction from a canine perspective all the time unless you are a dog, even actual dogs don't want to do that, I have asked a few). Set in the Yukon during the 1890s Klondike Gold Rush, The Call of the Wild is narrated in the third person but almost entirely from the dog’s point of view. The protagonist is Buck, a huge St. Bernard-Scotch Collie. At the beginning of the book he is living a happy life as a pet of a judge but is soon stolen by the judge’s gardener and sold to dog traders, one of whom beat the stuffing out of him to teach him his place in the world (as the trader sees it). After this traumatic and transformative experience he is soon sold off to Canadian mail dispatchers. The story of his life as a sled dog is quite harrowing, featuring a fight for supremacy among his teammates, being sold off again to inhumane ignoramus and almost starving to death. Buck goes through the wringer and survives admirably thanks to his tenacity, cunning, fortitude and general badassery. The title of the book The Call of the Wild only becomes a theme toward the end of the book, but I won’t spoil the book by elaborating on this. The book is generally very well written though but there is very little dialog, as the dogs are not Disneyfied / anthromorphosised talking animals. The hardship and abuse endured by the sled dogs is quite harrowing. If you think you’ve got it bad try being a sled dog (though if you are reading this the contingency is an unlikely one). The author Jack London clearly has a lot of affinity for dogs and feels a moral outrage at the abusive treatment they often receive from human beings. He also has an insight into dogs’ mentality as this passage demonstrates: “But the club of the man in the red sweater had beaten into him a more fundamental and primitive code. Civilized, he could have died for a moral consideration, say the defence of Judge Miller's riding-whip; but the completeness of his decivilization was now evidenced by his ability to flee from the defence of a moral consideration and so save his hide.” “In short, the things he did were done because it was easier to do them than not to do them.” Ah! I wish my dog was so eloquent! The process of “decivilization” of Buck is a fascinating one, in order to survive he has to turn feral and it later transpires that Buck has some kind of primordial instinct for turning wild. That said he also has an almost conflicting desire to be loved by a human master, and for doing the best job he can as a sled dog, and later as a bodyguard and companion. What he also has above all other characters in this book is an indomitable will to live, and eventually to be free. If you love dogs this is a novel not to be missed. It is quite short, only about 170 pages, and there is an excellent free audiobook version from Librivox, very well read by Mark F. Smith (thank you sir!). Art by nikogeyer

  11. 4 out of 5

    Ahmad Sharabiani

    The Call of the Wild, Jack London تاریخ نخستین خوانش: ژانویه سال 1970 میلادی عنوان: آوای وحش؛ نویسنده: جک لندن؛ مترجم: پرویز داریوش؛ تهران، صفیعلیشاه، 1334 . 148 ص؛ چاپ سوم: تهران، فرانکلین، 1352؛ در 163 ص؛ چاپ دیگر: تهران، اساطیر، 1366، در 148 ص؛ چاپ دیگر: تهران، امیرکبیر، 1380، در 200 ص؛ شابک: 9643030423؛ چاپ بعدی 1384؛ چاپ هفتم 1387؛ چاپ دیگر: تهران، علمی فرهنگی؛ 1383، در 120 ص، شابک: 9786001211584؛ چاپ دیگر: 1389؛ 1394 در 159 ص؛ عنوان: آوای وحش؛ نویسنده: جک لندن؛ مترجم: م. فرخزاد نراقی؛ تهران، The Call of the Wild, Jack London تاریخ نخستین خوانش: ژانویه سال 1970 میلادی عنوان: آوای وحش؛ نویسنده: جک لندن؛ مترجم: پرویز داریوش؛ تهران، صفیعلیشاه، 1334 . 148 ص؛ چاپ سوم: تهران، فرانکلین، 1352؛ در 163 ص؛ چاپ دیگر: تهران، اساطیر، 1366، در 148 ص؛ چاپ دیگر: تهران، امیرکبیر، 1380، در 200 ص؛ شابک: 9643030423؛ چاپ بعدی 1384؛ چاپ هفتم 1387؛ چاپ دیگر: تهران، علمی فرهنگی؛ 1383، در 120 ص، شابک: 9786001211584؛ چاپ دیگر: 1389؛ 1394 در 159 ص؛ عنوان: آوای وحش؛ نویسنده: جک لندن؛ مترجم: م. فرخزاد نراقی؛ تهران، کتابفروشی ایمنی، چاپ دوم 1348 . 212 ص؛ چاپ دیگر: اصفهان، کتابفروشی نیما، در 212 ص؛ نسخه اصلی این رمان در سال 1903 میلادی منتشر شد و ترجمه های بسیاری از این کتاب به فارسی چاپ و نشر شده است. جک لندن در این رمان داستان «باک» سگ اهلی و محبوب یک قاضی را تصویر می‌کند، که در پی ماجراهایی سر از محیط خشن و بی‌رحم کلوندایک، در روزگار هجوم جویندگان طلا به ایالت یوکان درمی‌آورد. این رمان تأثیرگذارترین رمان جک لندن محسوب می‌شود. باک سگی ست که از محیط انسان‌ها به دنیای وحش می‌رود. جک لندن در رمان دیگر خود سپید دندان، داستان سگ-گرگی را حکایت می‌کند، که از میان گله ی گرگها به جهان انسان‌ها وارد می‌شود. این دو رمان را «رمان‌های سگی» جک لندن خوانده‌ اند. آوای وحش نخستین بار با ترجمه پرویز داریوش به فارسی ترجمه شده است. ا. شربیانی

  12. 5 out of 5

    Scoobs

    This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. Buck did not read the newspapers... of course he didn't. he was too busy being a badass. chasing down a big ass moose. saving john thornton's life. killing the indians who killed john thornton. running with the other wolves. winning bets. bitch slapping other dogs who got out of line. buck's first snow experience... "At the first step upon the cold surface, Buck's feet sank into a white mushy something very like mud. He sprang back with a snort. More of this white stuff was falling through the air Buck did not read the newspapers... of course he didn't. he was too busy being a badass. chasing down a big ass moose. saving john thornton's life. killing the indians who killed john thornton. running with the other wolves. winning bets. bitch slapping other dogs who got out of line. buck's first snow experience... "At the first step upon the cold surface, Buck's feet sank into a white mushy something very like mud. He sprang back with a snort. More of this white stuff was falling through the air. He shook himself, but more of it fell upon him. He sniffed it curiously, then licked some up on his tongue. It bit like fire, and the next instant was gone. This puzzled him He tried it again, with the same result. The onlookers laughed uproariously, and he felt ashamed, he knew not why, for it was his first snow." buck's first theft... "This first theft marked Buck as fit to survive in the hostile Northland enviroment. It marked his adaptability, his capacity to adjust himself to changing conditions, the lack of which would have meant swift and terrible death. It marked further decay or going to pieces of his moral nature, a vain thing and a handicap in the ruthless struggle for existence. It was all well enough in the Southland, under the law of love and fellowship, to respect the private property and personal feeling; but in the Northland, under the law of club and fang, who so took such things into account was a fool, and in so far as he observed them he would fail to prosper." just before buck's first kill... "All that stirring of old instincts which at stated periods drives men out from the sounding cities to forest and plain to kill things by chemically propelled leaden pellets, the blood lust, the joy to kill - all this way Buck's, only it was infinitely more intimate. He was ranging at the head of the pack, running the wild thing down, the living meat, to kill with his own teeth and wash his muzzle to the eyes in warm blood." after winning a bet for his best bud john thornton... "'Gad, sir! Gad sir!' spluttered the Skookum Beach king. 'I'll give a thousand for him, sir, a thousand, sir - twelve hundred, sir.' Thornton rose to his feet. His eyes were wet. The tears were streaming frankly down his cheeks. 'Sir,' he said to the Skookum Beach king, 'no sir. You can go to hell, sir. It's the best I can do for you, sir.' as the man who recommended the book to me would say, "yee-haw." this book fucking rocked. 'vaya con los lobos!'

  13. 4 out of 5

    Joseph

    Call of the Wild by Jack London is the fictional biography of a Santa Clara dog who finds himself on an adventure of a lifetime. London was an American novelist, journalist, social-activist and short-story writer whose works deal romantically with elemental struggles for survival. At his peak, he was the highest paid and the most popular of all living writers. Because of early financial difficulties, he was largely self-educated past grammar school. The story opens with Buck, a St. Bernard and Ge Call of the Wild by Jack London is the fictional biography of a Santa Clara dog who finds himself on an adventure of a lifetime. London was an American novelist, journalist, social-activist and short-story writer whose works deal romantically with elemental struggles for survival. At his peak, he was the highest paid and the most popular of all living writers. Because of early financial difficulties, he was largely self-educated past grammar school. The story opens with Buck, a St. Bernard and German Shepard mix, who has a comfortable life in Santa Clara living with a fairly well to do family. One day he is kidnapped and sent north to be a sled dog in the gold rush of the 1890s. The story goes well beyond a dog’s life and perhaps is a metaphor for life. Those who served in the military might recognize the storyline — Comfortable life, being broken down, becoming part of a team, becoming a leader, dedication, picking your battles, and of course becoming a legend. There is a connection to the human drive. The story itself is moving and full of rousing adventure. It is not hard for the reader to follow the path to primitivism and its role in survival outside the comforts civilized city life. The state of nature comes into play in both the lives of dogs and man. It is where beings thrive. I am most familiar with Dover Thrift books but this edition is different. It is hardcover with color prints as well as black and white artwork both by wildlife artist Paul Bransom. This book is one for your bookshelf for the story and the artwork. It’s a story in the same vein as Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn; a story one does not outgrow.

  14. 4 out of 5

    Orsodimondo

    IL VALORE DELLA LIBERTÀ Nonostante l’ambientazione sia principalmente all’aria aperta, questo romanzo è è un capostipite del genere ‘carcerario’, autentica discesa agli inferi: perché Buck viene strappato alla sua vita di cane domestico, fatta di ozio riposo coccole e sicurezza, e sbattuto in un attimo in un mondo di cattività, violenza, repressione, prevaricazione – da un’esistenza protetta, da pari a pari, scagliato nell’inferno dove domina la legge del più forte – dal sole della California ai IL VALORE DELLA LIBERTÀ Nonostante l’ambientazione sia principalmente all’aria aperta, questo romanzo è è un capostipite del genere ‘carcerario’, autentica discesa agli inferi: perché Buck viene strappato alla sua vita di cane domestico, fatta di ozio riposo coccole e sicurezza, e sbattuto in un attimo in un mondo di cattività, violenza, repressione, prevaricazione – da un’esistenza protetta, da pari a pari, scagliato nell’inferno dove domina la legge del più forte – dal sole della California ai ghiacci dell’Alaska. E dovrà imparare in fretta, se vorrà sopravvivere. Charlton Heston nel film omonimo del 1972, diretto da Ken Annakin. Accanto a Heston, Michèle Mercier. Ma è una strada senza vero ritorno: perché alla fine del viaggio, il cerchio si chiude portandolo a un luogo molto ma molto più lontano della California: è il ritorno al branco, all’istinto primordiale, alla natura selvaggia. White Fang-Zanna Bianca. Nel cuore della foresta risuonava un richiamo emozionante, misterioso e attraente; tutte le volte che lo udiva si sentiva costretto a voltare le spalle al fuoco e alla terra battuta che lo circondava per addentrarsi nella foresta, sempre più avanti… Il documentario del 2007 diretto da Rom Lamothe che ha lo stesso titolo del romanzo di London, ‘The Call of the Wind’, indaga la morte di Christopher McCandless, giungendo a conclusioni diverse dal libro di Jon Krakauer e dal film di Sean Penn. È un libro che mi porto dietro da sempre, letto e riletto a ogni passaggio d'età, in originale o tradotto. Un puro evergreen. Ho sempre preferito Buck a Zanna Bianca: ma entrambi dimostrano che Jack London è scrittore grande grande grande. Klondike, Alaska, 1897: un cercatore d’oro in cui alcuni hanno riconosciuto Jack London.

  15. 4 out of 5

    Char

    3.5/5 The Call of the Wild is told from the dog Buck's point of view. I read this as a teenager but I don't remember much of it. I do remember that I received it as a Christmas present and that it was part of a package of classic books, but that's about it. I'm glad I re-read this, but I didn't enjoy it as much as I did back in the day,(if I remember correctly). I am not a person that enjoys anything with animal abuse and as I get older I find myself less and less tolerant of those sorts of scenes. 3.5/5 The Call of the Wild is told from the dog Buck's point of view. I read this as a teenager but I don't remember much of it. I do remember that I received it as a Christmas present and that it was part of a package of classic books, but that's about it. I'm glad I re-read this, but I didn't enjoy it as much as I did back in the day,(if I remember correctly). I am not a person that enjoys anything with animal abuse and as I get older I find myself less and less tolerant of those sorts of scenes. Overall though, this book was interesting and kind of neat,being that it was told from the dog's POV.

  16. 5 out of 5

    Diane

    If my dog could read, he would never shut up about how great this book is. "The Call of the Wild" is the story of Buck, a beautiful and powerful dog who was stolen from his comfy home in California and forced to become a sled dog in Alaska. Buck starts to shed his civilized ways and learns how to survive in the wild. He is noble and fierce, and eventually becomes a leader of the pack. As I said, my dog would love this book. My 10-year-old nephew would love this book. It's a classic adventure story If my dog could read, he would never shut up about how great this book is. "The Call of the Wild" is the story of Buck, a beautiful and powerful dog who was stolen from his comfy home in California and forced to become a sled dog in Alaska. Buck starts to shed his civilized ways and learns how to survive in the wild. He is noble and fierce, and eventually becomes a leader of the pack. As I said, my dog would love this book. My 10-year-old nephew would love this book. It's a classic adventure story and I'm glad I read it.

  17. 5 out of 5

    Natalie Vellacott

    "During the four years since his puppyhood he had lived the life of a sated aristocrat; he had a fine pride in himself, was ever a trifle egotistical...but he had saved himself by not becoming a mere pampered house dog. Hunting and kindred outdoor delights had kept down the fat and hardened his muscles; and to him, as to the cold-tubbing races, the love of water had been a tonic and a health preserver." This story about Buck, the half St Bernard half Scotch shepherd dog, is brilliantly written. "During the four years since his puppyhood he had lived the life of a sated aristocrat; he had a fine pride in himself, was ever a trifle egotistical...but he had saved himself by not becoming a mere pampered house dog. Hunting and kindred outdoor delights had kept down the fat and hardened his muscles; and to him, as to the cold-tubbing races, the love of water had been a tonic and a health preserver." This story about Buck, the half St Bernard half Scotch shepherd dog, is brilliantly written. Buck's life is all comfort and ease until the day he is unceremoniously removed and forced to work as a sledge dog. Then follow grueling, long days as the dogs are toughened up by the conditions and as they fight and jostle for supremacy. This, Buck can handle as he learns to thrive, becoming leader of the pack. What he can't handle; incompetence in human masters who are meant to be in control. And, always lurking somewhere not far away is the call of the wild.... London has somehow managed to get inside the mind and heart of this beautiful creature and has crafted a heart wrenching narrative about the survival of the fittest as the dogs learn that they must "kill or be killed." The reader is drawn to Buck as a companion but remains at a safe distance. The nearest comparison would be Aslan in The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. He is definitely not safe, but he's good. Although, Buck is better known for his unwavering loyalty rather than any goodness. He is a wild animal and behaves like one with glimpses of his softer side rarely allowed to be witnessed. It is only through reading of Buck's emotions through the pen of the author that we find there are feelings as outwardly he is tough and fearless. The themes of hard work, good discipline and self sacrifice are prominent in this novel; Buck respects those who practice them and is inspired to do a better job as a member of the team. When things are chaotic and disorganised, motivation disappears and the animals cannot function effectively. When they are pampered and given too much food they become complacent, lazy and their bodies cannot adapt quickly enough to the tough conditions later on. These principles are also laid down by God in the Bible which states that if a man does not work he should not eat! If leaders are disorganised or squabble among themselves the whole team flounders. We should submit to those in authority as God has put them there. We can see these themes most prominently in the difference between countries that are materially rich and those that are poor. The poor are satisfied with much less and can survive much harsher conditions as they have adapted. The rich, meanwhile, complain about the slightest inconvenience and wouldn't last for five minutes if stripped of their luxuries.... There is a lot of blood, gore and death of both humans and animals in this book which may upset some readers, there are a few instances of God's name being used as an exclamation rather than a prayer, there is no sexual content. The cover says it is for those aged 10+. I would add a few years to that depending on the child. I loved this magnificent adventure story.

  18. 5 out of 5

    peiman-mir5 rezakhani

    دوستانِ گرانقدر، این داستان، یکی از شاهکارهایِ <جک لندن> میباشد که از 7 فصل تشکیل شده است و <جک لندن> این داستان را بر اساسِ مشاهدات و تجربیاتش در "قطب شمال" نوشته است و قهرمانِ داستانش همچون داستانِ معروفِ "سپید دندان"، بازهم یک سگ است... سگی با ابهت و با تنومند به نامِ <باک> که بر اساسِ نوشته هایِ <جک لندن> سگی بوده است که سلطانِ خزندگان و پرندگان و چرندگان آن منطقه بوده است و در بین اهالی و همچنین ساکنینِ خانهٔ صاحبش یعنی <قاضی میلر> از محبوبیت و احترام بالایی بر ‎دوستانِ گرانقدر، این داستان، یکی از شاهکارهایِ <جک لندن> میباشد که از 7 فصل تشکیل شده است و <جک لندن> این داستان را بر اساسِ مشاهدات و تجربیاتش در "قطب شمال" نوشته است و قهرمانِ داستانش همچون داستانِ معروفِ "سپید دندان"، بازهم یک سگ است... سگی با ابهت و با تنومند به نامِ <باک> که بر اساسِ نوشته هایِ <جک لندن> سگی بوده است که سلطانِ خزندگان و پرندگان و چرندگان آن منطقه بوده است و در بین اهالی و همچنین ساکنینِ خانهٔ صاحبش یعنی <قاضی میلر> از محبوبیت و احترام بالایی برخوردار بوده است ‎داستان از جایی شروع میشود که در سال 1897 که پای جویندگانِ طلا به آن منطقه باز میشود، یکی از کمک باغبانهای ویلایِ <قاضی میلر> به نامِ <مانوئل> که فردی کثیف و کلاش و قمار باز بوده است، شبی از شب ها، <باک> را از ویلا خارج کرده و به قیمت صد سکه میفروشد ‎در جای جایِ داستان، <جک لندن> به نوعی از این سگ سخن میگوید، گویی او از هر انسانی باشعور تر و فهمیده تر و با مرام تر است، لذا همین نوع نگرش و بینش، سبب شد تا منتقدانِ وی بی رحمانه به او حمله ور شوند، که چرا او تا این حد به سگ ها در داستانهایش جلوهٔ انسانی داده است **************************** ‎عزیزانم، بهتر است خودتان این داستانِ زیبا را بخوانید و از سرنوشتِ این سگِ با غیرت و بی باک، آگاه شوید و ببینید این سگ بیچاره که از زمانِ تولد در بین اشراف زندگی کرده است، چه سرنوشتی برایش رقم خورده است و پایش به چه مکانها و چه شرط بندی هایی باز میشود و چگونه میشود که <باک> به افسانه ای عجیب و هراس انگیز تبدیل میشود ------------------------------------------------ ‎اهالی از شبحِ سگی سخن میگویند که پیشاپیشِ دستهٔ گرگ ها میدود... آنها از این سگ وحشت دارند، چراکه بسیار زیرک تر از گرگ هاست... در زمستانهای سخت از اردوگاه های آنها دزدی میکند، شکارهایشان را به غارت میبرد، سگهایشان را میکشد و شجاع ترین شکارچیانشان را به مبارزه میطلبد ‎گاهی شکارچیان هرگز به اردوگاهشان بازنمیگردند و سرخپوستان جسدِ آنها را در حالی که گلویشان دریده است ------------------------------------------------ ‎امیدوارم از خواندنِ این داستان لذت ببرید ‎<پیروز باشید و ایرانی>

  19. 5 out of 5

    Carmo

    O meu primeiro livro de Jack London, e não podia ter corrido melhor. Caí de chapa em plena natureza selvagem; como se tivesse atravessado em correria pradarias ao calor do sol, como se tivesse sido eu a palmilhar milhas com um trenó às costas levando com a neve e a chuva nas trombas, perdido o fôlego ao cair num rio de águas geladas, remoinhos, rápidos e rochas pontiagudas. Doeu-me tudo! Doeu-me ainda mais a maldade humana, a arrogância do homem capaz de escravizar e maltratar animais, e emocione O meu primeiro livro de Jack London, e não podia ter corrido melhor. Caí de chapa em plena natureza selvagem; como se tivesse atravessado em correria pradarias ao calor do sol, como se tivesse sido eu a palmilhar milhas com um trenó às costas levando com a neve e a chuva nas trombas, perdido o fôlego ao cair num rio de águas geladas, remoinhos, rápidos e rochas pontiagudas. Doeu-me tudo! Doeu-me ainda mais a maldade humana, a arrogância do homem capaz de escravizar e maltratar animais, e emocionei-me com a "humanidade" de um cão. Mas um cão é um animal domesticado que já viveu em liberdade absoluta, e mais tarde ou mais cedo a sua herança selvagem vem ao de cima. Uma estória para cativar qualquer um, em especial aqueles que tem uma relação próxima com a malta de quatro patas.

  20. 4 out of 5

    Erin ☕ *Proud Book Hoarder*

    “He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.” Man can be cruel, especially where animals are concerned, and especially in the past before they were enlightened to decency toward our furry friends. Buck actually had a good life for awhile, but soon he was kidnapped and forc “He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.” Man can be cruel, especially where animals are concerned, and especially in the past before they were enlightened to decency toward our furry friends. Buck actually had a good life for awhile, but soon he was kidnapped and forced into a situation of hard labor, beatings, and pack hierachy. Proving the strong can survive, Buck unleashes the wildness in his beast, carrying the reader through a fascinating journey that ends on a beautiful note. The short book goes through several stages. The hardest to endure is the initial kidnapping, selling, and seeing Buck have to work his way up through an unfriendly pack to lead a sleigh in the unfriendly Alaskan wildnerness. Not all dogs were as lucky, and that's just sad. The second stage is when he sees an actual decent human again, and with the same strength that allowed his climb and survival against the other dogs, he gives the same strength of loyalty to his new two-legged friend. It's a bleak book overall, especially for the good, so while the book doesn't end up on a beautiful and happy note, it does end on another stage of Buck's life where he fully embraces the peace of the wild. London writes beautifully and he makes his characters fiercely legitimate, but ultimately I'm not seeing a pure focused point to the story other than a bleak and harsh adventure. Life is unfair, as Buck well knows, but he does the best he can with what he has, so perhaps this is the eventual point. I can't rate this five stars because there was too much turn-off with what the animals endured, and there are some rambling areas, but ultimately it's a well-known classic worth visiting.

  21. 5 out of 5

    Valerie

    First off I should say that London is a great writer. This is the first book I've read of his. His description of the Alaskan terrain is incredible. I have never been to Alaska but when I read this book I could picture it in my head very clearly. However, that does not take away what I think of the story itself. It wasn't bad. It was interesting, but I could not seem to grasp exactly what London's point was. Was it animal cruelty? Was it the wild should be kept wild? Or is there some hidden soci First off I should say that London is a great writer. This is the first book I've read of his. His description of the Alaskan terrain is incredible. I have never been to Alaska but when I read this book I could picture it in my head very clearly. However, that does not take away what I think of the story itself. It wasn't bad. It was interesting, but I could not seem to grasp exactly what London's point was. Was it animal cruelty? Was it the wild should be kept wild? Or is there some hidden social message? There are numerous other themes that I could guess at but I couldn't pinpoint the particular one London was trying to express. It did get me thinking but in more of a jumble of thougts instead of just focused on one. There are parts where the narrator (third person) seems very detached as if he were giving a documentary on Buck. Now Buck is an amazing dog, no doubt about it. He goes against all odds and learns how to survive the wild northland leaving his legend. But nevertheless he is a dog and maybe I'm bias since I usually only read books about humans but I could only see Buck as a dog. Don't get me wrong, I was cheering him on the whole time. I wanted him to have his happily ever after but the ending didn't give me that satisfaction. Maybe it's a happily ever after for a dog but not for me.

  22. 4 out of 5

    Mahdi Lotfi

    جک لندن، نویسنده ی آمریکاییتبار که از آثار معروف او آوای وحش و گرگ دریا است، از معدود نویسندگانی است که از راه داستان نویسی به ثروت فراوان دست یافت. نویسنده ی کتاب آوای وحش حوادثی را که در داستان های خود به تصویر می کشد با چشم خود دیده و با شخصیت های اصلی داستانهایش ارتباط داشته و آنها را می شناخته. در داستان ها و نوشته های جک لندن تأثیر افکار چارلز داروین٬ هربرت اسپنسر٬ کارل مارکس و فریدریش نیچه آشکار است. این آثار که گاهی رنگ شدید ناتورالیستی به خود می گیرند قطعاً در آنها تجزیه و تحلیل های بسی جک لندن، نویسنده ی آمریکایی‌تبار که از آثار معروف او آوای وحش و گرگ دریا است، از معدود نویسندگانی است که از راه داستان نویسی به ثروت فراوان دست یافت. نویسنده ی کتاب آوای وحش حوادثی را که در داستان های خود به تصویر می کشد با چشم خود دیده و با شخصیت های اصلی داستانهایش ارتباط داشته و آنها را می شناخته. در داستان ها و نوشته های جک لندن تأثیر افکار چارلز داروین٬ هربرت اسپنسر٬ کارل مارکس و فریدریش نیچه آشکار است. این آثار که گاهی رنگ شدید ناتورالیستی به خود می گیرند قطعاً در آنها تجزیه و تحلیل های بسیار دقیق وجود دارد. رمانِ آوای وحش مشهورترین رمان جک لندن است و در سال 1903 در امریکا منتشر شد. او در این رمان دستان سگی به نام باک را بیان می کند. باک، سگ اهلی و محبوب یک قاضی است و در مسیر زندگیش سر از سرزمینی خشن و بی رحم به نام کلوندایک از ایالات یوکان در میآورد و درگیر ماجراها و حوادث خاصی می شود. این سرزمین در آن زمان دستخوش هجوم بیرحم جویندگان طلا قرار داشته و باعث می شود باک تجربه هایی را در دنیای وحش به دست آورد.

  23. 5 out of 5

    Jason Koivu

    The Call of the Wild, that manly man's outdoors adventure tale! Oh how I loved this story as a young teen. During New England winters I would even imagine braving the Alaskan cold, just me and my dog. My dog was a lab-spaniel mix with stumpy legs and a donut-gut from begging during coffee-breaks at my granddad's car repair shop down the road. She wasn't about to be pulling sledges through snowdrifts. And I was no more athletic. In fact, the two of us together looked something like this...

  24. 4 out of 5

    Carmine

    Il bosco chiama L'amore per la libertà corre nella radura, sfugge nei ruscelli, impregna le nebbie e sussurra tra le fronde delle foreste. Jack London ristabilisce le gerarchie e ridimensiona l'ossessivo desiderio di controllo dell'uomo: è la natura primordiale a decidere le sorti, ma senza calpestare a priori i combattenti sul terreno di battaglia. "Il richiamo della foresta" è un intenso inno alla libertà, un'opera che riporta coi piedi per terra e insegna a porci in maniera paritaria con tutti Il bosco chiama L'amore per la libertà corre nella radura, sfugge nei ruscelli, impregna le nebbie e sussurra tra le fronde delle foreste. Jack London ristabilisce le gerarchie e ridimensiona l'ossessivo desiderio di controllo dell'uomo: è la natura primordiale a decidere le sorti, ma senza calpestare a priori i combattenti sul terreno di battaglia. "Il richiamo della foresta" è un intenso inno alla libertà, un'opera che riporta coi piedi per terra e insegna a porci in maniera paritaria con tutti gli altri, non al di sopra. Indimenticabile.

  25. 5 out of 5

    Brenda

    From belonging to Judge Miller in the Santa Clara Valley to his life on the frozen landscapes of Alaska, Buck, part St Bernard, part Shepherd went through a myriad of owners and situations as he learned the cunning of his species and the wiles he needed to be the best. He learned hate, but he also learned a deep love, and found an indomitable spirit which kept him alive when things were at their worst. The Call of the Wild is a brilliant book, and definitely worth reading. I was caught up in the From belonging to Judge Miller in the Santa Clara Valley to his life on the frozen landscapes of Alaska, Buck, part St Bernard, part Shepherd went through a myriad of owners and situations as he learned the cunning of his species and the wiles he needed to be the best. He learned hate, but he also learned a deep love, and found an indomitable spirit which kept him alive when things were at their worst. The Call of the Wild is a brilliant book, and definitely worth reading. I was caught up in the story from the very beginning, with the perspective being Buck’s, but it wasn’t told as if he was talking. It is written beautifully, and is a book I would recommend highly.

  26. 5 out of 5

    Jennifer

    “He was beaten (he knew that); but he was not broken. He saw, once for all, that he stood no chance against a man with a club. He had learned the lesson, and in all his after life he never forgot it. That club was a revelation. It was his introduction to the reign of primitive law, and he met the introduction halfway. The facts of life took on a fiercer aspect; and while he faced that aspect uncowed, he faced it with all the latent cunning of his nature aroused.” Jack London, The Call of the Wil “He was beaten (he knew that); but he was not broken. He saw, once for all, that he stood no chance against a man with a club. He had learned the lesson, and in all his after life he never forgot it. That club was a revelation. It was his introduction to the reign of primitive law, and he met the introduction halfway. The facts of life took on a fiercer aspect; and while he faced that aspect uncowed, he faced it with all the latent cunning of his nature aroused.” Jack London, The Call of the Wild The Call of the Wild (aka "Unbroken" with dogs) I couldn't remember if I read this or "White Fang" in high school, but I know I read one of them (maybe both!) In any case, since I couldn't remember I decided to revisit this classic via audio book. I don't usually read "adventure" stories, but found much appreciation for this tale, especially as it was told from the perspective of a dog, Buck, who was kidnapped from a California farm and sold to traders during the Alaskan gold rush to be worked as a sled dog. Modern readers may have a hard time reading (or listening) to the literal dog-eat-dog conditions and depictions of animal cruelty. While written about dogs, I found the whole tale to be an allegory of the human experience. How and why a person can behave like their most primitive self when forcefully removed from the comfort of home; how a being relates to unconditional love instead of force and punishment; and the far-reaching implications of ineptitude. 4 stars.

  27. 5 out of 5

    Ryan

    The Good: This is an old story (as stories go) about a domestic dog kidnapped from California and shipped to the Yukon to spend the rest of his days starving, freezing and dragging a sled. The prose is fancy, but in a good way – the protagonist’s humanity and heroism are shown with full force, and the setting is both beautiful and terrible. The ending is perfect. The Bad: My only criticism is that this wasn’t about a cat. 'Friends' character the protagonist is most like: Buck is a primal force of nat The Good: This is an old story (as stories go) about a domestic dog kidnapped from California and shipped to the Yukon to spend the rest of his days starving, freezing and dragging a sled. The prose is fancy, but in a good way – the protagonist’s humanity and heroism are shown with full force, and the setting is both beautiful and terrible. The ending is perfect. The Bad: My only criticism is that this wasn’t about a cat. 'Friends' character the protagonist is most like: Buck is a primal force of nature but also an innocent child. He has great hair too. He is most like Rachel.

  28. 5 out of 5

    Fulya İçöz

    Jack London'ı çocukluğumda dahi okumadım. O yüzden benim için geç kalınmış bir yazar diyebilirim."Vahşetin Çağrısı" daha önce izlediğim "Beyaz Tanrı" filminin temel hikayesi olabilir diye düşünüyorum şu anda. İnsanın vahşiliği ve acımasızlığı ile özüne dönen bir köpek Buck. Yediği sopalar, kamçılar, gördüğü işkenceler Buck'ın vahşi doğanın çağrısına eninde sonunda kulak vermesi adeta bir Rambo köpek öyküsü. London'ın doğayı ve köpekleri tasvirine bayıldım. Kendi hayatından kesitler taşıdığını dü Jack London'ı çocukluğumda dahi okumadım. O yüzden benim için geç kalınmış bir yazar diyebilirim."Vahşetin Çağrısı" daha önce izlediğim "Beyaz Tanrı" filminin temel hikayesi olabilir diye düşünüyorum şu anda. İnsanın vahşiliği ve acımasızlığı ile özüne dönen bir köpek Buck. Yediği sopalar, kamçılar, gördüğü işkenceler Buck'ın vahşi doğanın çağrısına eninde sonunda kulak vermesi adeta bir Rambo köpek öyküsü. London'ın doğayı ve köpekleri tasvirine bayıldım. Kendi hayatından kesitler taşıdığını düşündüğüm o acımasız göçebe hayat son derece gerçekçi bir dille anlatılmış. Yer yer içim ezildi, yer yer öç alma duygusu kapladı içimi. Bir çırpıda bitti nitekim.

  29. 4 out of 5

    Connor

    This is definitely not what I was expecting, but it was so good. Definitely not the happiest of books, but it's really well written, and it's exactly how I picture my father's dog reacting to those situations.

  30. 5 out of 5

    Lou

    A poignant and triumphant tale of a great creature in the wild. He feels the bitterness and savagery of men and his pack, there has been a dividing line in his relations with humans by no fault but their own due to their constant usage of this canine Buck in work, in pulling in the snow, they have not shown any kindness, but there is hope he will soon be blessed with some. One man shows a kindness that helps Buck, who has had a life of toil and enduring of hardships, its a warming to the heart to A poignant and triumphant tale of a great creature in the wild. He feels the bitterness and savagery of men and his pack, there has been a dividing line in his relations with humans by no fault but their own due to their constant usage of this canine Buck in work, in pulling in the snow, they have not shown any kindness, but there is hope he will soon be blessed with some. One man shows a kindness that helps Buck, who has had a life of toil and enduring of hardships, its a warming to the heart to see man and animal bonded in humility and kindness. Humans can be cruel and unkind to each other, and many guilty of worser crimes to animals in the wild and those under their control as a pet, they are more vulnerable and have no voice. Jack London here has given them a voice in this story and White Fang. He has successfully placed us in their point of view, in the shoes of the main protagonist Buck. An inspiring story that will continue to last through time. Jack London is another author that I recently hold high up there in the sphere of great writers, he writes with great insight into the world, the behaviours, the human condition and here the animal dilemma. I read this story way too late in my life, I only wished that I learned of these great stories of his when i was in my youth. This story has revived for me the importance of justice and kindness to the animal kingdom and the freedom to an animal of the wild. Joe Lansdale an author, I have praised many times due to his similar storytelling of great human stories and wonderful character creations, recommends this author and has said in an interview that Jack London had inspired him in his youth as a writer and I can now see why. If all this is not enough reason to read this or to remind one of its greatness, then read what the author E. L. Doctorow said in his preface of this story... "Man and dog are here together put back into prehistory, one of the moments of metaphorical abutment in which the book abounds. The law of the club and the law of the fang are one and the same, which is to say that in this primeval life of nature man and dog are morally indistinguishable-the call of the wild calls us all. We are dealing in this instance with not a literal dog but a mythopoetic thesis. It is perhaps his fatherless life of bitter self-reliance in late-nineteenth-century America that he transmutes here-though this is not the way it does us any good to read it. It seems more relevantly his mordant parable of the thinness of civilisation, the brutality ready to spring up through our institutions, the failure of the human race to evolve truly from its primeval beginnings. It derives from Jack London's Marxism the idea of the material control of our natures, and from his Darwinism the convictions that life triumphant belongs to the most fit. This is not a sweet idea for a book, it is rather the kind of concept to justify tyrannies and the need of repressive social institutions to keep people from tearing themselves to bits. But London's Nietzchean superdog has our admiration, if the truth be told. For as grim as its implications are, the tale never forgets its sources as a magazine frontier romance. It leaves us with satisfaction as its outcome, a story well and truly told. It is Jack London's hack genius that makes us cheer for his Buck and want to lope with him in happy, savage honor back to the wild, running and howling with the pack." Now for some great paragraphs from this story. “Bucks first day on the Dyea beach was like a nightmare. Every hour was filled with shock and surprise. He had been suddenly jerked from the heart of civilisation and flung into the heart of things primordial. No lazy, sun-kissed life was this, with nothing to do but loaf and be bored. Here was neither peace, nor rest, nor a moment’s safety. All was confusion and action, and every moment life and limb was in peril. There was imperative need to be constantly alert; for these dogs and men were not town dogs and men. They were savages, all of them, who knew no law but the law of club and fang.” “And not only did he learn by experience, but instincts long dead became alive again. The domesticated generations feel from him. In vague ways he remembered back to the youth of the breed, to the time the wild dogs ranged in packs through the primeval forest and killed their meat as they ran it down. It was no task for him to learn to fight with cut and slash and the quick wolf snap. In this manner had fought forgotten ancestors. They quickened the old life within him, and the old tricks which they had stamped into the heredity of the breed were his tricks. They came to him without effort or discovery, as though they had been his always. And when, on the still, cold nights, he pointed his nose at the star and howled long and wolf like, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries and through him. And his cadences were their cadences, the cadences which voiced their woe and what to them was the meaning of the stillness, and the cold, and dark. Thus, as token of what a puppet thing life is, the ancient song surged through him and he came into his own again; and he came because men had found a yellow metal in the North…” “The dominant primordial beast was strong in Buck, and under the fierce conditions of the trial life it grew and grew. Yet it was a secret growth. His newborn cunning gave him poise and control. He was too busy adjusting himself to the new life to feel at ease, and not only did he not pick fights, but he avoided them whenever possible. A certain deliberateness characterized his attitude. He was not prone to rashness and precipitate action; and in the bitter hatred between him and Spitz he betrayed no impatience, shunned all offensive acts.” “All that stirring of old instincts which at stated periods drives men out from the surrounding cities to forest and plain to kill things by chemically propelled leaden pellets, the blood lust, the joy to kill-all this was Buck’s, only it was infinitely more intimate. He was ranging at the head of the pack, running the wild thing down, the living meat, to kill with his own teeth and wash his muzzle to the eyes in warm blood. There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the solider, war-mad on a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight. He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time. He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars and over the face of dead matter that did not move.” “It was beautiful spring weather, but neither dogs nor humans were aware of it. Each day rose earlier and set later. It was dawn by three in the morning, and twilight lingered till nine at night. The whole long day was a blaze of sunshine. The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life. This murmur arose from al the land, fraught with the joy of living. It came from the things that lived and moved again, things which had been as dead and which had not moved during the long months of frost. The sap was rising in the pines. The willows and aspens were bursting out in young buds. Shrubs and vines were putting on fresh garbs of green. Crickets sang in the nights, and in the days all manner of creeping, crawling things rusted forth into the sun. Partridges and woodpeckers were booming and knocking in the forest. Squirrels were chattering, birds singing, and overhead honked the wild fowl driving up from the south in cunning wedges that split the air.” “This man had saved his life, which was something; but, further, he was the ideal master. Other men saw to the welfare of their dogs from a sense of duty and business expediency; he was to the welfare of his as if they were his own children, because he could not help it. And he saw further. He never forgot kindly greeting or a cheering word, and to sit down for a long talk with them (gas he called it) was as much his delight as theirs. He had a way of taking Buck’s head roughly between his hands, and resting his own head upon Buck’s, of shaking him back and forth, the while calling him ill names that to Buck were love names. Buck knew no greater joy than that rough embrace and the sound of murmured oaths, and at each jerk back and forth it seemed that his heart would be shaken out of his body so great was its ecstasy. And when, released, he sprang to his feet, his mouth laughing, his eyes eloquent, his throat vibrant with unuttered sound, and in that fashion remained without movement, John Thornton would reverently exclaim, “God! You can all but speak!” “The blood longing became stronger than ever before. He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survived. Because all of this he became possessed of a great pride in himself, which communicated itself like a contagion to his physical being. It advertised itself in all his movements, was apparent in the play of very muscle, spoke plainly as speak in the way he carried himself, and made his glorious furry coat if anything more glorious. But for the stray brown on his muzzle and above his eyes, and for the splash of white hair that ran midmost down his chest, he might well have been mistaken for a gigantic wolf, larger than the largest of the breed. From his St. Bernard father he had inherited size and weight, but it was his shepherd mother who had given shape to that size and weight. His muzzle was the long wolf muzzle, save that it was larger than the muzzle of any wolf; and his head, somewhat broader, was the wolf head on a massive scale.” “There is a patience of the wild-dogged, tireless, persistent as life itself-that holds motionless for endless hours the spider in its web, the snake in its coils, the panther in its ambuscade; this patience belong peculiarly to life when it hunts its living food; and it belonged to Buck as he clung to the flank of the herd….” It has brought about three adaptations to film http://more2read.com/review/the-call-of-the-wild-by-jack-london/

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