"He travels fastest who travels alone...but not after the frost has dropped below zero 50 degrees or more." (Yukon Code)
Jack London’s best short story.
Public Domain (P)2013 Trout Lake Media
Written as only Jack London can...
A man traveling alone across a winter-scape where temps are colder than -50 below.
His legs accidentally go through a soft spot where natural spring waters remain free of ice regardless of temps. Now the emergency! He must start a fire, but his hands are not working, and his legs are starting to freeze.
As I write this review, the midwest has been experiencing record cold temps as cold as -50°. School is cancelled and weather advisories go into effect. People are warned to stay indoors.
In this book, his friend warns him not go out alone, but he doesn't listen...
It is not London's best work, but he does manage to capture a certain poignancy.
Narration was fine- Husmann has a classic, crisp tone.
My son and I enjoyed this reading of this classic short story very much. It made our trip to the dentist a great experience.
My taste differs from kid books to gory horror books.
All about this not so bright individual who for some reason, unexplained, is running around in -50 weather. He is consistently getting wet. Every since I read Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, I have a problem taking Jack London very seriously. He was actually a drunk who spend very little time in the wild. As often as this guy got wet, I did not understand why he did not die sooner.
If you're familiar with jack London and any of his works I have no doubt you'll like this story. The narrator does an excellent job with his tone and pace. And for some pocket change you can't go wrong.
Rye-and-Indian, baked daily.
The rational, egotistic mind of man contrasted with the instinctive mind of dog: a short lesson worth remembering.
The narration ought to have been in a more minor key, so to speak--it was a little too upbeat for the theme of this title. But hey, it's Jack London--find some pocket change and enjoy an evening's read.
I remember this being one of my favorites when growing up. I think the class hated it overall, most students questioning the point of the story.
Back then I respected the beauty of the telling, the masterful descriptions of the Yukon.
Short and sweet; the performance matching the tone. This is Jack London.
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