Holy crap.
That was pretty much my reaction after finishing almost every one of these stories, anyway. The book jacket describes London's stories as "brilliant, poetic, swift with violence and action," and that's a fair summary. They are vibrant and interesting and alive and make it pretty darn clear that the days of exploration and colonization were wild, lawless ones, and that nature cares nothing for you and will kill you straight dead.
I read "To Build a Fire" back in secondary school, so I was a already little prepared for that piece, but I had no idea what I was in for with the rest. This book was a gift from a friend and I think reading it, and knowing how much that person loves it, made this a particularly special experience. But I'm not gushing because of that; I really did just enjoy reading this.
I do wonder if London's depictions of indigenous peoples in the books were accurate or not. Many of the native people featured are well-developed characters, but I also caught an occasional glimpse of the "noble savage" trope in there. I'm actually going to look into the accuracy some more; I was that curious.
Such vivid detail, vibrant characters, and surprising depth of introspection. ("A Piece of Steak" is a piece for which I started out thinking, "Oh, I probably won't like this much" and ended up loving it.) A good read, indeed.