Let me put this heavy load down and take some of these bulky clothes off and

I'll tell you about how I became a short story and novel writer.

My name is John Griffith London. But I like to be called Jack. I was born in San

Francisco in 1876. Most of my childhood I was very poor. I had to help my parents earn

a living by doing odd jobs. I delivered papers, worked on ice-wagons, cleaned up

bowling alleys, helped in the cannery and only made ten cents an hour. I usually worked

ten hours a day. I learned what it was like being a member of the working-class and I

always had a distaste for its drudgery. I kept telling myself, "Jack, some day you will be

rich." I loved to read and often borrowed books of adventure, travel, and sea voyages.

At fourteen, I left school to lead a wandering and adventurous life, so I thought. Jobs

were hard to find but I was employed by the fish patrol in San Francisco Bay. Imagine

hopping on every boat that pulls into the bay and counting the number of fish on board

and having to write fines to the sailors that had too many fish. This sure wasn't a popular

job in the bay area. I was smart enough to figure I could be on the other side of the law

and rob and steal vessels so I became an oyster pirate.

I had a real passion for the sea and so in 1893 I took a job as a common sailor aboard

a sealing vessel that ventured as far as Japan. This lasted about a year. When I returned

back to the bay area I drifted from job to job.

I told you I liked to wander. I left the bay and headed for New York City. I went on

the road and lived as a tramp. Without any place to stay I was soon jailed for vagrancy.

I spent one month in jail and there I realized I needed to make something of myself. I

returned to California and to school. My reading continued. Rudyard Kipling and

Robert Louis Stevenson became my liteary gods and Darwin, Herbert Spencer, and

Karl Marx made me a Socialist. I began writing while in college but could not find a

market for my writings.

In the mid-1897's I joined the Klondike gold rush. I packed 8,000 pounds of supplies

and books to take with me. After a year I became very ill and had to return home without

having mined an ounce of gold. Upon my return to the San Francisco area, I began to

write about my experiences. My stories finally began to be accepted by magazines. My

first collection of short stories, The Son of the Wolf, was bought and published in 1900

by Houghton Mifflin for $500. I was so excited to have made money from my writings, I

devoted every minute to telling my colorful life. I wrote more than 50 books and made

more than a million dollars on them.

My first best selling novel was The Call of the Wild. In this novel I included my

adventure of the Klondikes. The story dealt with the reversion of a civilized creature to

the primitive state. On assignment to cover the Russo-Japanese War I was stranded in

London and lived in the poverty-stricken East End. I gathered materials for my novel,

People of the Abyss. I became popular outside the United States and my works were

translated into eleven languages. My dream had become a reality. I was now very

wealthy. I built a fantastic castle but had to write incessantly to meet my bills.

I wrote The Sea Wolf based on my experiences on the sealing vessel. John

Barleycorn became a novel about my struggles with alcoholism. My style-brutal, vivid,

and exciting was set in localities where the struggle could be most obvious: in the wilds

of Alaska, on remote Pacific Islands, on ships at sea, in industrial communities during

strikes, and in the underworlds of various cities. These were the places I recounted my

experiences.

My life was very stormy. I had two unhappy marriages, a problem with alcohol, a

fire that destroyed my castle before it was finished, and many bills to pay. So at the

age of 40, I ended my own life.
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