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Call of the Wild and White Fang by Jack London

27/6/2014

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PictureBob our old dog (not to be confused with White Fang!)
I recall very little about the novel White Fang by Jack London, other than it being a very famous story about a wolf-dog, and that I was introduced to it around the age of eleven or twelve in Gilbert Bennett’s English class at Gowerton Boys’ Grammar School. I also suspect that the version we were presented with and read in class may have been abridged for schools. My wife had a copy of the book on her Kindle - don’t know why, maybe intending to read it herself? Anyway, she wasn’t planning to use the aforementioned device herself for a bit, as she was deeply engrossed in some particularly thick and worthy looking papery tome, so I thought I’d keep its pages turning (metaphorically speaking!).

Jack London was born John Griffith Chaney in 1876 and became a hugely successful American writer of fiction within his fairly short lifetime. I had absolutely no idea just how prolific he really was. He wrote about twenty novels, the most famous of these being The Call of the Wild, White Fang, The Sea Wolf and Martin Eden. He also wrote a great many short stories, and many critics consider this form to be where his real talent as a writer lay. I can’t comment on these because I haven’t read any of the short stories. All I can say is that if this is so, and if White Fang and Call of the Wild are anything to go by, then they must be pretty splendid.

I’d completed White Fang (1906) before I started Call of the Wild (1903) - I didn’t check their chronology. Another thing I didn’t know is that Call of the Wild is considered his great masterpiece, and I can probably appreciate this; it is in some ways tighter and leaves the reader with a more haunting sense of ‘the wild’ that we have all evolved from. Both novels still make an impact on the reader even after just over a hundred years. In fact the only thing that dates either book is an occasional archaic word or phrase. London in both books manages to give the reader an insight into the instincts and thoughts that drive his animal lead characters without ever descending into any toe-curling anthropomorphism e.g. (to be spoken in cute children’s voices):

White Fang: Hi there. What are you?

Fluffy: (coyly) I’m a rabbit. What kind of animal are you?

White Fang: I’m a wolf. My name’s ‘White Fang’. What’s yours?

Fluffy: (A little more confidently) They call me ‘fluffy’.

White Fang: (giggles) That’s a funny name. Would you like to be friends, Fluffy?

Fluffy: More than anything in the World.

They are both equally page-turners. The books are like mirrored reflections and in this way complement each other; I can only imagine that this was London’s aim. Call of the Wild follows its canine main character Butch from his life of domesticated ease in North America through his abduction to the wilds of Alaska, suffering deprivation, human cruelty but some kindness too, up to the book’s conclusion when the ‘wildness’ in his being comes to the fore. The books speak to those instinctual voices buried deep in our genetic heritage, that are triggered and flicker to life at certain moments: when confronted by the sheer majesty of a virgin landscape untouched by man; the sight of a bird of prey in flight; the grace, agility and almost invisible stillness of wild creatures accidentally observed.

White Fang, the titular hero of the later book, takes an opposing but parallel path to Butch in Call of the Wild. White Fang is a wolf-dog, raised amongst wolves and slowly domesticated. He is brutalised by the human masters he encounters, and because of his wolf pedigree is despised and attacked by the huskies amongst which he is forced to live. He has become completely isolated, a savage loner by the time he is shown kindness for the first time by Weedon Scott. White Fang becomes entirely devoted to Scott and he refuses to be parted from him even when his master returns home to California from the Yukon. I suppose the ending might be considered by some to be a little sentimental and contrived; I found it perfectly agreeable and very satisfying, but then, I’ve never had much affection for the post-modern style ending.

These remain great books and thoroughly deserve their classic status.


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The Complete Maus

22/6/2014

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Occasionally, but very occasionally, a piece of literature or a work of art pops up that grabs you by the ruff and shakes you up.  It sends a shiver down the spine and sets off an echo that goes on reverberating through the depths of your being. It’s the kind of response that sadly seems to occur less frequently as one grows older, possibly because our field of vision has broadened; at least I hope this is the case and it isn’t simply because we’ve become jaded by years of exposure to all the various stimuli that constantly bombard us! I’m not talking about the current swift-hit flavour-of-the-month - the must-see book, play, film or exhibition that five years on is barely recollected. Anyway, all I really know is what pure joy it is when you discover a piece of work that can still stun you in this way, that has power to alter your perception of place and time, make you reassess something you believed was understood and assimilated long ago.

For me The Complete Maus by Art Spiegelman was just such an experience. It traces Spiegelman’s own parents’early lives in Poland and their journey through the Holocaust. It won the Pulitzer Prize back in 1992 - becoming the first graphic novel ever to do so - in my view an accolade very well deserved. Spiegelman depicts his comic-book cast as animals: Jewish people are mice, Germans are cats, Poles are pigs, Americans are dogs, Swedes are reindeer. By impersonalising the characters in this way and with a deceptively simple drawing style, Spiegelman in Maus manages to achieve something utterly remarkable, he makes us look at and see again stuff that most of us will have encountered with open-mouthed horror many times before, but in a totally new way. It becomes one of the most powerful personal testimonies I have ever read, as he, Spiegelman, interviews his not always endearing father in Rego Park, New York for his planned account of the Holocaust. We understand something of Spiegelman junior’s guilt about his mother’s suicide in 1968 shortly after he’d experienced a nervous breakdown, and the lifelong angst he felt about the death of a brother he never knew - at one point in Maus he starts drawing himself as a man hiding behind a mouse mask. He very cleverly conveys to the reader the extremely long-cast shadows of Auschwitz and Dachau, and the power of these camps to go on souring the lives of those who not only survived their inhuman cruelty, but were not yet even born.

I would simply run out of superlatives explaining this book’s worth.


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Father's Day

14/6/2014

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Tomorrow is Father’s Day in the UK, and I’m fortunate enough to have a son who has planned something for us all to celebrate the occasion. My own father died prematurely almost nineteen years ago because of a very bad medical diagnosis. It was a tragic end to a worthwhile life and my family and I have greatly missed having him around all these years. He’d be ninety-two if he was still with us.

As explained here before, I’ve formatted both my books ready for their various e-book versions and print editions. And I have to admit, although I certainly enjoy reading on Kindle, nothing beats the buzz of leafing through your own printed book if you’re satisfied with the outcome. When the shipment of books arrives, I invariably think of Dad. I always think of him too when I’m formatting, because apart from the years robbed from him and his generation by Adolf Hitler and his megalomaniac pals, he remained a printer all his working life. He did a seven year apprenticeship from the age of fourteen. He once told me how on the fresh-faced first day of his working life he’d been sent out by the experienced men of his printing office to a local chemist shop for a pot of ‘elbow grease’. The chemist had chuckled when he’d placed his order and gently informed him, “They’re pulling your leg, boy.”

Dad loved his job and was highly skilled at it. He was bi-lingual and used to set books in Welsh and English on a Monotype machine. For the technical know-how, justifying of text, kerning etc that we now rely on computers to organise and beautifully arrange for us, Dad had nothing else to depend on but skill and experience. He was however no Luddite, and I can easily imagine he’d be fascinated and impressed by the kind of technology that makes the abilities he’d acquired over years being available to his son by utilising a very straightforward piece of software. I think the digital revolution would have found my Dad thoroughly mesmerised. When you think of it, the actual idea behind printing, basically using reversed lead letters to make an imprint on a piece of paper, was pretty much the same in Dad’s day as it had been at the time of William Caxton.

So, it’s Father’s Day tomorrow. I’ll be thinking of you Dad.


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Jane Eyre

7/6/2014

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PictureThe author's dedication to W M Thackeray
I’ve been reading Jane Eyre on my wife’s Kindle (don’t possess one myself). I’ve seen so many adaptations of the novel over the years but had never actually read the words on the page. Perhaps this was partly the result of the segregated system of education I experienced at a boys’ grammar school. I recall reading no female writers whatever, whereas my wife, at a girls’ grammar school, was at the very same time reading the Bronte sisters, George Elliot, Jane Austen etc.

For my pennyworth, Jane Eyre undeniably deserves its accolade of classic. A hundred and sixty-seven years after publication it remains a page turner - and I knew the story too! The book certainly caused this reader to get a telling off from his life partner for reading too late, and several times I was caught reading shortly after waking and before breakfast. Jane Eyre remains one of the nation’s favourite books; it is still widely read, a state of play I can’t imagine altering for many decades to come. In 2003 it came tenth in the BBCs national poll The Big Read - pretty impressive when you consider the breadth of English literature.

The book is narrated in the first person and the story follows the life of its titular main character from early childhood through to maturity. The novel incorporates many romantic and Gothic themes and has an erotic element that must have brought more than a little heat to the cheeks and caused a fair number of sighs amongst its Victorian readers. Its strong-minded heroine possesses and develops her own moral code throughout the book and does not readily bow to either convention or dogma. She rejects the Christian hypocrisy of Reverend Brocklehurst, the icy cold Christian asceticism and search for martyrdom of St John Rivers, and until he has atoned and been purged of his former ‘sins’, resists and rejects the physical love promised by the Byronesque character of Edward Rochester.

This novel was revolutionary when it first hit the bookshelves back in 1847. I’m sure there are many people who might choose to linger and labour over its plot deficiencies and failings, but this isn’t for me. I have never understood why those who discover only pain and misery between the pages of a book, still resolutely and doggedly pursue reading it all the way to the bitter end - then award it one star - what is this, revenge? The book most certainly has some flaws, yet for all this, it is still great reading.

I think I’m going to spend the next few months catching up on a few more of the literary classics I’ve so far missed out on reading in my journey along life’s highways and byways. A daily dose of first division literature seems to be just the ticket and complements very well the physical work I’m engaged in at the moment. Incidentally, reading this text on the Kindle device was definitely a pleasurable experience, because often these English classics come in books containing very small print. I am now officially a fan of e-readers!


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Old Chums and Great Passions

1/6/2014

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PictureA Midsummer Night's Dream (Nov 1970) - Ogmore-by-the-Sea
The wife’s gone off to London for the day (Saturday). She just rang - she’s having a coffee with Bob Mason , an old chum of mine from my teenage years in Wales (see photo left of the Glamorgan Schools' Theatre Company production of A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream - Bob played Bottom and is photographed with donkey ears, end of third row on right - that’s me seated on end of second row left). We met up again in London about a decade later, around the time my son was born; my wife got to know him then too. Unbeknown to either of us, we’d both trained as actors at different schools in London. We saw a lot of him for a while and then he disappeared from our lives again until about three years back - he tracked me down through my website. He rang yesterday to say he was on a flying visit from Sweden and were we around to meet up? I wasn’t able to get up to London myself today as I had a pre-arranged appointment this afternoon with someone who is going to be doing some work for us. Judith however was actually visiting London today to see her lifelong hero Julie Andrews, who’s appearing on stage at the Hammersmith Apollo.  Sadly, she no longer sings of course, but I think she tells anecdotes and is interviewed by Aled Jones. What’s for certain is that Judith will love it! And when I imagine the audience of two thousand odd adoring fans and think of my wife’s rapturous expression surrounded by all those like minded ‘brothers and sisters’, without being in any way snide, somehow I can’t help smiling.

We should all have at least one thing in this life that we really adore!

Judith and I consider ourselves extremely blessed because we’re enthusiastic about literally dozens of things. Reading is of course a shared lifelong passion. I’m currently reading Jane Eyre, which I’m almost ashamed to say I’d never picked up before, although I have seen numerous adaptations. When I was a boy the BBC took its remit to educate its audience very seriously, and every Sunday afternoon we were introduced to the Classics through various serialisations - I suspect Jane Eyre was first experienced in this way. I know the characters and story in the book very well, so unfortunately there are no great surprises as there might have been, however it is still a great book and remains after more than a hundred and fifty years a total page-turner.

On the subject of books: I am really pleased that lots of people have taken advantage of the ‘Pre-Summer Madness’ low-price promo for Niedermayer & Hart and Roadrage on Amazon Kindle and Smashwords (if reading on my website, full details in the column to the right of this blog post). I plan to allow this offer (especially as it’s not officially summer yet!) to run for a little while longer before putting the price up again. Thanks very much to everyone who has posted a review - this is an invaluable promotional tool and always greatly appreciated.

Enjoy your week!


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