This short novel is something of a companion to his other well-known work, The Call of the Wild, but in reverse: here, a wild wolf-dog is brutalized beyond imagining, seemingly from birth, but, still becomes (something) of a domesticated pet, loyal to his master, when he learns the true lesson of love. I get that he's writing about a brutal time on the Yukon frontier, where men were harsh and nature harsher, but, good lord, I hope he didn't see the stuff he writes about on a daily basis, let alone participate in it.
I never got that Jack London's works were billed as children's or adolescent literature, simply because they're about animals, because as a general rule, they're absolutely brutal, to the degree that I worry about the dude.
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