On the Trail of Jack London


By Nicholas Fox

Communing with Oakland's greatest writer in the bar he used to call home.

You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club. —Jack London

He was a dropout, a hobo, an oyster poacher. He was an excellent sailor, a less excellent rancher, a deeply committed socialist, a boxing fanatic, an early ecologist. He was an alcoholic, a voracious reader, a boat builder, a failed gold miner and, in the language of the day, “a bastard.” He was perhaps the greatest adventure writer America has ever produced.