Here's some
local literary news I missed: A 1905 letter Jack London wrote to his publisher was found in a copy of
White Fang among some "rare books in a storage closet" at the
Pequot Library in Southington, Connecticut. The book had belonged to the publisher,
George Brett, who had a connection to the library.
Either I had to read London's
To Build a Fire, or one of my kids did. I recall it being kind of grim. I listened to an audio book of
The Call of the Wild and rather liked it, but I was trapped in a car.
Nonetheless, a 100+ year old letter just found in a book... That's worth noting.
2 comments:
The very first thing of his I ever read was "To Build A Fire," and I was DONE. Done, done, done.
Which is too bad; some of his slice-of-life writing from the 20's that is nonfiction is quite good. But, for some reason, junior high and high school English is fraught with Owl Creek Bridge Occurrences and People Freezing To Death and dogs dying. Did not love.
I just described "To Build a Fire" to my husband. He said, "Sounds like a Twilight Zone episode to me."
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