Written in the form of letters that embody the suppositious correspondence of an ideal poet and a materialist scientist. The letters of both are in a somewhat high-flown and impossible manner. Although the subjects treated, love and marriage, are scarcely new, the letters contain some keen speculation, and some which is interesting.
John Griffith Chaney, better known as Jack London, was an American novelist, journalist and activist. A pioneer of commercial fiction and American magazines, he was one of the first American authors to become an international celebrity and earn a large fortune from writing. He was also an innovator in the genre that would later become known as science fiction.
London was part of the radical literary group "The Crowd" in San Francisco and a passionate advocate of animal rights, workers’ rights and socialism. London wrote several works dealing with these topics, such as his dystopian novel The Iron Heel, his non-fiction exposé The People of the Abyss, War of the Classes, and Before Adam.
His most famous works include The Call of the Wild and White Fang, both set in Alaska and the Yukon during the Klondike Gold Rush, as well as the short stories "To Build a Fire", "An Odyssey of the North", and "Love of Life". He also wrote about the South Pacific in stories such as "The Pearls of Parlay" and "The Heathen".
I don't care what the 1903 New York Times said. This book is magnificent. I happened upon this book totally by accident. I'm not particularly well read and hadn't ever seen anything by Jack London. I saw a quote attributed to him on a blog, became curious and ended up reading his Wikipedia entry, then found my way to the Gutenberg site of free ebooks. The Kempton Wace letters intrigued me, I guess because they are so different from other things I've read. Fictitious letters written to debate the nature of love. Turns out I hadn't given love much thought before reading this book, and all throughout the read it felt like these debates were spelling out my soul for me. Next up, John Barlycorn. I've got to know more about this wild man Jack London.
You have two people writing each other letters about love. One is a scientist in America who believes that love is overvalued and you should marry for companionship, compatibility and after evaluation. The other is a romantic in London who thinks that to love is to be human and enjoyment of life should be above the practicalities.
This is a good start. It just doesn't go anywhere.
Each person just keep reiterating the same points again and again and again. I was 50% of the way through and I was getting bored of reading this, so I just quit.
A medium-length read of about 46k words on the subject of love and sex and marriage. Seemingly interesting from the philosophical point of view, it quickly becomes a repetition of one's thoughts without inventive and wholly new arguments. This repetition, although reduced by the plot advancement, renders the entire sociological essay somewhat... boring?
While masterfully written and with insightful views on the subjects, it just does not appeal to me and the ending with its structural novelty (no spoilers, but you'll see what I mean) appears somewhat rushed.
È stata una lettura emozionante ed entusiasmante. Un continuo botta e risposta non solo tra due diversi uomini ma anche tra due modi di pensare e di vedere e interpretare l'amore.
Terrible. I agree with others that this could all be said in two chapters. It’s very repetitive! Both writers are extremely verbose. The poet writer letters meant nothing to me.
Ugh, simply terrible. London and Strunsky take almost forty letters to say what could have been said in two. Strunsky's letters are so verbose and purple as to be unreadable, not that she says anything worth reading. London's letters are more well-written and readable, but are repetitive. The only redeeming aspect to this "novel" is that you get some clear insight into London's views, including those on love, science, modernity and the human condition (all taken with a little grain of salt, figuring that, in The Kempton-Wace Letters, London assumed the role of a zealot and, by necessity, lacked moderation/depth/elaboration that he might otherwise personally possess) that can be utilized when analyzing his subsequent works.
Существует ли любовь в том виде, в котором её принято видеть? Юные сердца идут на безумные поступки, забывая о требуемом холодном расчёте. Что есть мужчина для женщины и женщина для мужчины? Никак не объект для душевных переживаний, скорее созданный природой инструмент для продления человеческого рода. Примерно в таком духе думает Герберт Уэс, от лица которого пишет письма Джек Лондон своему оппоненту Анне Струнской. воплотившей образ Дэна Кэмптона, воспринимающего любовь с позиции чувств. Читателю предстоит наблюдать за перепиской прагматика и лирика, чьё понимание жизни никогда не найдёт точек соприкосновения.