野性的呼唤读后感.doc

?:?().- - a lost world of life about the call of the wildcould you remember the excerpt of the call of the wild in our extensive reading i? could you still remember the plot? do you know where the call is from? thats the very beginning of the call of the wild.i choose this book for two reasons, that the beginning attracts me and that i once read a book about wolf family of three generations, which is an interesting story about the nature.about the author, jack london (jan 12, 1876nov 22, 1916)jack london (1876-1916) is an american worldwide renowned novelist, journalist and social activist. his representative works include the call of the wild, martin eden, son of the wolf, white fang, etc.he is said to be a natural child. in 1889, he began working 12 to 18 hours for a day at hickmotts cannery. in 1894, he spent 30 days for vagrancy in the erie county penitentiary at buffalo. after many experiences as a hobo and a sailor, he returned to oakland and attended oakland high school. he contributed a number of articles to the high schools magazine. his first published work was an account of his sailing experiences.his novels successfully reflect the contradictory views of mans nature and destiny in and against the wild.the call of the wild (1903)the call of the wild is londons most-read book, and generally considered his best, the most masterpiece of his so-called early period. the story was set in 19th-century klondike gold rush, in which sled dogs were bought at generous prices.the man in red taught him the law of stick and clubone must first adjust himself to his surroundings and learn the rules, and only after that he can do what he wants to do. the club of the man in red called back bucks nature as a dog.when he firstly served for fran?ois and perrault, two couriers, he showed his superior ability to adapt to the environment and his smartness to learn everything he wanted to learn. curlys death astonished him and taught him to be cautious. and before he had recovered from the shock caused by the tragic passing of curly, he was harnessed as a sled dog and step by step wanted to be the leader. but the leading dog, spitz, waswhen they pulled into dawson, buck was sold as useless thing to three gold diggers, who werent veteran in sledding and even didnt know how to get to their destination. food was eaten up half way. so charles, one of the three, decided to kill buck when he couldnt get up. however, when he aimed at buck, john thornton sprang upon him, knocked him down and told him that if charles stroke buck, thornton would kill him.thus, thornton took buck away. he was the only true friend of buck. but buck was a thing of the wild, especially when the calling of wolf from the hills. once when he came back from hills, he found that thornton was killed by indians. what would you do if you were buck when your beloved friend was killed? buck became a nut and killed those headsmen and stayed with thornton for two days and nights, never leaving thornton out of his sight. and then a nearby wolf howl captures his ears, and he follows the sound to an approaching wolf pack, battling several of these creatures to prove his worth.beautiful languageit was beautiful spring weather, but neither dogs nor humans were aware of it. each day the sun rose earlier and set later. it was dawn by threein the morning, and twilight lingered till nine at night. the whole long day was a blaze of sunshine. the ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life. this murmur arose from all the land, fraught with the joy of living. it came from the things that lived and moved again, things which had been as dead and which had not moved during the long months of frost. the sap was rising in the pines. the willows and aspens were bursting out in young buds. shrubs and vines were putting on fresh garbs of green. crickets sang in the nights, and in the days all manner of creeping, crawling things rustled forth into the sun. partridges and woodpeckers were booming and knocking in the forest. squirrels were chattering, birds singing, and overhead honked the wild-fowl driving up from the south in cunning wedges that split the air. (chapter v the toil of trace and trail)he was beaten (he knew that); but he was not broken. he saw, once for all, that he stood no chance against a man with a club. he had learned the lesson, and in all his after life he never forgot it. (chapter i into the primitive)his cunning was wolf cunning, and wild cunning; his intelligence, shepherd intell