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My first London story and yes he can write; really damned well. Semi autobiographical tales from his youth when he road the rails as a Hobo, challenging the Shacks, wandering day to day across America and Canada. If you want to understand what the life of a rambler was like at the turn of the twentieth century this is a good starting point.
In 1894, Jack London shared his experience on some bulls/policemen. "I lost all interest in explanations. I didn't stop to pick up my precious, unread book. I turned and ran. I was pretty sick, but I ran. And ran I shall, to my dying day, whenever a bull begins to explain with a club."
"A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.”
I really enjoyed reading this one. It‘s about being a tramp in the era of the depression. Jack London is such a good writer, the topic was quite fascinating. I‘d recommend this one.
I read this on @SerialReader. 18 issues. It was interesting. It's a memoir by author Jack London telling about his life as a hobo. I can't imagine anybody wanting to live like that! He stows away on trains, begs for food, runs from police, all just for the fun of it. The jargon got to be a bit much after a while. But it was an interesting #nonfiction read for #nonfictionnovember. ⭐⭐⭐