Thursday, October 27, 2011
Thoughts: Call of the Wild by Jack London
A couple of days ago, I finally manned up and started reading it. I know Jack London will be proud, because guess what? I couldn't put the book down. From the very beginning, when Buck was kidnapped and sold to help men searching for gold, I felt compelled to find out what would happen to him.
To say that The Call of the Wild is atmospheric would be like saying Mother Theresa was nice. Not saintly or good beyond comprehension. Just nice. I read the book during a sultry afternoon in the tropics, but I was really somewhere near the Yukon, knee-deep in snow. Some books make you believe that a fictional place is real, but other books like The Call of the Wild transport you to those places.
And the whole thesis of the novel? (I always get nervous about posting my thoughts on the themes of classics, because I’m scared of sounding like a blithering idiot) Buck, cliché as it may sound, really did hear the call of the wild. He didn’t turn into a strong Alpha (male?) dog, because he was kidnapped and forced to run miles and miles everyday without rest. He became a semi-wolf/total badass, because it was in his blood. Even if Buck's a dog, I think the same urges to give in to who we truly are inside can be found in humans. Sure, Buck tried to stay civilized, but he didn’t succeed for long. He soon succumbed to his instincts, and morphed into the kind of dog he should really be.
Overall, I’m glad this book didn’t make me cry, but it was pretty UH-MAZING anyway.
Note: Sorry, guys, if I disappeared and haven’t replied to your comments yet. I promise I’ll get to them in the coming days.