Two travelers head south; they flee cold embraces of Winter and the death it brings. But when one of the travelers twists his ankle, his companion leaves him to fate. Yet the poor fellow is firmly determined to get out and survive, no matter what—because his love of life is so great.
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Jack London is truly a great writer. And “Love of Life” is truly a great book. In America, where he is from, they no longer read him there—they remember him only for Irving Stone’s book “The Man in the Saddle,” which is a book about Jack’s life. In Russia, his books have taken hold better, probably because Jack London was a socialist, and Lenin himself liked his books. Thanks to our history, London is popular here; his books are studied in school. For my part, I’d like to note that the book is good not only in meaning but also in style, in how it is written. When you read it, you become fully immersed in it. I tried to convey the book’s atmosphere in this brief summary of Jack London’s book “Love of Life.” That’s why it turned out so long, even though I managed to shorten it quite a lot.