Love Of Life Jack London Analysis

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In -40 degree weather with 15 mph wind the average man can survive 10 minutes before frostbite sets in and chances for survival dwindle; however, many men in Alaska and Canada searching for gold in the late 1800’s had to endure much colder temperatures for a much longer period of time. One such man was Jack London who failed at finding gold but found fame and fortune in the stories he wrote and sold about his experiences. London’s past shaped the way he uses imagery, long, descriptive sentences, short emotional sentences, and repetition to present these adventures as short stories with deterministic themes that really show his poetic writing style. “Love of Life” by Jack London, is a short story that describes the life and death…show more content…
By using words like midst, milky, vastness, pressing, overwhelming, brutally crushing, and complacent awfulness London description flows and sounds poetical. In "To Build a Fire" London uses imagery to poetically describe the dull day and sets a bland tone. He writes, "Yet the sun was too far south on its winter journey to clear the horizon. The bulge of the earth intervened between it and the Henderson Creek, where the man walked under a clear sky at noon and cast no shadow." In both stories London uses imagery to describe thoughts, feeling, and the setting and show his poetic style. Long, descriptive sentences in London 's work also show his writing style as poetic. Throughout "Love of Life" London uses long, descriptive sentences that show his style many times. A few examples are, in the beginning when he writes, "He would cross this divide to the first trickle of another stream, flowing to the west, which he would follow until it emptied into the river Dease, and here he would find a cache under an upturned canoe and piled over with many rocks." Which also gives you a deliberate sense, that he knows exactly where he is going. Towards the middle, "There were four newly hatched chicks, a day old—little specks of pulsating life no more than a mouthful; and he ate them ravenously, thrusting them alive into his mouth
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