They try to conquer rather than living in a world of mutual respect; its 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. Its this kind of attitude that is almost the death of Buck, but he comes back. Buck experiences human kindness for the first time, forming the deep bond that dog can have with man. He fights other dogs for the right to sit by his humans side. Bucks innate drive calls for only one thing, to be with his own kind.
i am a dog obsessive. 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. if it sounds weird: piss off. there's some seriously badass jungian shit going on here. 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. 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.
Awwwwwww.....the classic coming of age story, with the nifty twister of having the main character be a pawky puppy going on doggiehood. 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. 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. 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. Charles and the other wizards begin to basically starve the dogs while expecting them to work even harder and sled longer during the day. 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). 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.
He was stolen from a California ranch and taken to live in the far glacier land of the North, where he was put in a team with work dogs and made to carry the Yukon mail. During his years as a puppy in California, Buck had lived the life of a pampered pet; he loved the hunt, swimming in the cement pond and hunting, but was ignorant of brutality, hardship and toil. Stolen and taken into the Yukon country, his character changed and he became hardened under the brutal conditions he must endure, a leader and master among dogs, turning back toward savage instincts.
I just really liked dogs, and we couldn't have one, so I read a lot of books about them. Here's this book about Buck the Yukon sled dog. Now, as a grown up, I finally get to have my own dog, and he likes to point his ass right at my face. People are like here, kid, here's a book about a dog, kids love dogs, and ten-year-old me cracks it and it's all "He had killed man, the noblest game of all, and he had killed in the face of the law of club and fang. Jack London So the third thing is that London also happened to be a socialist, and as an adult it's hard not to read Call of the Wild as an allegory. And there's a great deal of somewhat confused Darwinism: London, like lots of other people, has confused evolution for memory, so Buck keeps having dreams about Neanderthals.
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. 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.
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. Ho sempre preferito Buck a Zanna Bianca: ma entrambi dimostrano che Jack London è scrittore grande grande grande.
Jack London was an American novelist, journalist, social-activist and short-story writer whose works deal romantically with elemental struggles for survival.