Publisher's Synopsis
This is a collection of short testimonies that take place inside the Klondike, about the local Americans in Alaska at some stage in the time of the gold rush. Most of the memories feature Native Americans. Jack London has a unique, outstanding present for taking the reader into another person's head, making them see and smell and sense the matters he writes approximately. From Jack London one knows what to expect - and one expects much. His memories will never add to the gayety of nations. Many of them are incredibly unpleasant, brutal, crude; yet few of our more youthful writers loom so large upon the literary horizon as this identical younger man with the staggering name. He has seen, he has felt, he has understood, and he, has imagined. Moreover, he writes, figuratively speaking, with his fist. In "Children of the Frost" he goes back to his chosen field, to the land of the killing bloodless and the blinding snow, the land of the Indian, the Eskimo, the voyageur, the trapper, the land past the pale, wherein conventions drop off, and elemental passions keep sway. Grim realism and wild romance consort oddly inside the tales. The reader feels the fascination of the mysterious North. These are memories with a grip.This version of the book is annotated.