Books with author Charmian London

This book was published in 1921. it is a biography of Jack London written by his wife. this is the first Volume that tells about his early life education, his habits, and philosophy. Jack London was born John Griffith Chaney on January 12, 1876, in San Francisco, California. After working in the Klondike, London returned home and began publishing stories. His novels, including The Call of the Wild, White Fang and Martin Eden, placed London among the most popular American authors of his time.

Excerpt from The Book of Jack London, Vol. 1In some such fashion we would speculate, summer after noons, perhaps riding over the Beauty Ranch, or lying on the slant deck of a ship in the Trades, or tooling our alert four-ih-hand across a mountain range.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1921 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XVin THE CLOUDESLEY JOHNS CORRESPONDENCE CLOUDESLEY JOHNS was the first person who ever wrote to me about my work," I have heard Jack say. Mr. Johns had read "To the Man On Trail" and "The White Silence" in the January and February numbers of the Overland, and was unreserved in praise. At the head of Jack's reply is penciled, for the guidance of some one to whom Mr. Johns may have sent it for perusal: "I prophesied greatness, and told him not to disappoint me. He won't. "Cloudesley Johns." Jack's reply is dated at 962 East 16th St., Oakland, February 10, 1899: ' Dear sir: ' What an encouragement your short note was! From the same I judge you can appreciate one's groping in the dark on strange trails. It's the first word of cheer I have received (a cheer, far more potent than publisher's checks). "If a strong chin and a perhaps deceptive consciousness of growing strength, will aid in the fulfilment of your prophecy, it may to a certain extent be realized. Yes, my name is Jack London--rather an un-American heritage from a Yankee ancestry, dating beyond the French and Indian wars. "Thanking you for your kindness, I am, "Very truly yours, "Jack London." With his second letter, Mr. Johns sent Jack a manuscript to pass upon. And pass upon it did Jack, with no uncertain touch. It is a pity I have not space to print his critique in full, the advice is so pertinent. As an example: "It's hard to explain what I mean. Thus, for the Mexican --Statistics are not emotional, when stated in statistical manner. Don't say the Co. treated the men this way, or cheated them that way. Let the reader learn these facts through the minds of the men themselves, let the reader look at the question through their eyes. There are a variety of ways by which to...

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Here in his own workroom, at his own work-table, which, like himself, is deep-grained, beautiful, unshamming even to its rugged knots and imperfections, I write of the Jack London whom I knew. That one of us should go before the other is unthmkable he often said. Or, It is beyond my imagining that I should be mthout you. ... By rights we should go out together in some bright hazard, gallant shipwreck in a shouting, white gale, or shoulder to shoulder in some forgotten out-land where the red gods have called us. x Vnd again, If I should go first. Mate Woman, it would be for you to write of me if you dare be honest, always he challenged. But you could hardly do it, he would consider. I fear youd not want to write of my shortcomings, which you know only too well, and your work would be valueless without them. A lso, neither you nor I, unless it should be when I am very old, and when others are gone past wounding, can write without restraint of the very circumstances and characters that helped to make or mar me. A nd, anyway, my dear, was his familiar conclusion, Im going to live a hundred years, because I want to; and Im going to beat you to it some day and write my own book of myself, and call it Mack Liverpool and its going to make everybody sit up! In some such fashion we would speculate, summer afternoons, perhaps riding over the Beauty Ranch, or lying on the slant deck of a ship in the Trades, or tooling our alert four-in-hand across a mountain range.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the origi