I want to share with you one of the most fascinating novels I have ever come across: “Martin Eden” by Jack London. I would feel like keeping something beautiful from you if I failed to recommend this book.
Martin Eden is an impoverished sailor who pursues, obessively and aggressively, dreams of education and literary fame.
He educates himself feverishly and becomes a writer, hoping to acquire the respectability sought by his society-girl sweetheart. She spurns him, however, when his writing is rejected by several magazines and even more so when he is falsely accused of being a socialist. After he achieves fame, she tries to win him back but Eden realizes her love is false. Financially successful and robbed of connection to his own class, aware that his quest for bourgeois respectability was hollow, Eden travels to the South Seas as a sailor again.
the issue of class:
Social class- and Eden’s perceptions of it – are a very important theme in the novel. Eden is a sailor from a working class background, who feels uncomfortable but inspired when he first meets the bourgeois Morse family. Spurred on by his love for Ruth Morse, he embarks on a program of self-education, with the aim of becoming a famous writer and winning Ruth’s hand in marriage. As his education progresses, Eden finds himself increasingly distanced from his working class background and surroundings. Eventually, when Eden finds that his education has far surpassed that of the bourgeoisie he looked up to, he finds himself more isolated than ever.
I especially liked that the theme of class was not connected to material wealth, but to education, and then not mainly to formal education expressed in degress and diplomas, but to a combination of what Eden read and what he had experienced himself, and to his ability of critical thinking and analysis. This, it turns out to his disappointment, is actually a much higher education than the formal one enjoyed by the class he initially looks up to.
The language of the book is beautiful, marvelous. Several times, I read some of the paragraphs again, loud (and I’ve never done that with any other book before), revelling in the beauty and the art of the language.
This work of literature is the closest thing to “perfect” and maybe it even is perfect. Nothing I have read has left such an inspiring impression on me before. It manages to put things into (in my opinion: the right) perspective, especially the unmeasurable wealth of education in contrast to materialism.
The story is ultimately sad, but it is still so great and so wonderfully written, that you don’t feel sadness, but emotional and intellectual enrichment.
The book is unputdownable in the most extreme sense of the word; right after you have finished it, you want to go back to it and read certain chapters again. This is the first time that I would be thankful for having the ability to completely forget what I read – just for the sake of enjoying reading it again for the first time.
This book is not only a 5 out of 5 or a 10 out of 10, but a 99 out of 100. And the one point is only missing because it fails to be endless.