To heed the call of the Wild was the only way to survive. Buck struggled to learn life lessons in an undomiscated, severe, savage environment far from his previous master’s peaceful, and prosperous villa after he was stolen and sold to a group of men carrying couriers to and from the chilly North. It was indeed tough to adjust himself to the law of the club and fang and he still had trouble suppressing nightmares at times, but development (or retrogression) was the only means to stay alive.

Pewee, Brownie, and now Buck, I’d never thought a dog’s tale could be this amusing. Also, I hardly imagined myself lingering on it’s story longer than an hour. But I just did.  Jack London has put into words and phrases so convincing as if he had known Buck’s adventures like an intimate friend.

This piece of work didn’t have to be lengthy to imbibe moral (more real) principles.The gripping seven chapters were enough to leave a mark, rereading is also prescribed for the lessons to truly sink in. There’s one line that appealed most to me, though there are surely lots of these kinds that could arouse a strong emotion in you:

“..he grew callous to all ordinary pain.”

Take it literally, the line still makes sense. Beyond this obvious meaning, it’s sublime. Try reading a chapter, and paint a picture so vivid, it’s impossible to see the characters vague.