Martin Eden is I think the longest novel Jack London wrote, and it’s the only one of his that is not an adventure tale. Plenty of the other of his writing has struck me as autobiographical, but this feels very much so. As another reviewer points out Martin Eden = M.E. = Me? Anyway, Martin Eden is a rough returned seaman who stumbles upon the daughter of a just outside the edge of upper crust educator after reading some poetry by Charles Swinburne. He has […]