Call of The Wild
Into the Primitive
“Old longings nomadic leap,
Chafing at custom’s chain;
Again from its brumal sleep
Wakens the ferine strain.”
I think I was 8 or 9 when I first discovered Jack London. Tender. His prose, style, and rawness was life changing for me. Rather, it would be a reawakening of something long buried in me.
I remember counting up to 6, the times I read The Call of The Wild. It’s a lot more, now. I wore out three copies, and I cherished every one of them.
I married a man who had a hard cover copy of The Call of The Wild and I was smitten. Both of my children have read it too.
When I was a little girl, my Father would read it outloud to me. He would even do the voices, in accurate French Canadian! Oh how I LOVED hearing his deep voice speak as Perrault. I was there, transported to the wilds of Alaska during the Gold Rush.