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WIN the ultimate Audiobook experience! Enter here no download necessary. Join Now Login. Click to Preview. Jack London Downloads: Other books by author Aug The Sea Wolf Reads: White Fang Reads: You may also like Mar Of Human Bondage Reads: Feb London, by using a spatial metaphor to characterise the mind, foregrounds the violent effect that menial activity has on an individual who was not long ago driven by passionate love and cosmic curiosity.

Martin, after being animalised, is reified: As the biblical onomastics suggest, Martin Eden starts off as an innocent young man; his many adventures as a sailor and a hoodlum seem to have left him somehow unscathed on a moral and spiritual level.

He was self-repelled, as though he had undergone some degradation or was intrinsically foul. All that was god-like in him was blotted out. The spur of ambition was blunted; he had no vitality with which to feel the prod of it. He was dead.

His soul seemed dead. He was a beast, a work-beast.

His dreams came back to him. Fancy came out of the darkened room and lured him on, a thing of flaming brightness. His mirror of vision was silver-clear, a flashing, dazzling palimpsest of imagery.

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He seemed floating languidly in a sea of dreamy vision. Colors and radiances surrounded him and bathed him and pervaded him. What was that?

It seemed a lighthouse; but it was inside his brain—a flashing, bright white light. It flashed swifter and swifter. In both cases, Martin seeks refuge from the despair inspired by a machine- like environment; in the former instance it is a crushing, mind-numbing toil in a laundry, in the latter it is the nauseating workings of the social machinery.

Disheartened by the toll manual labour took on his physical and mental health, Martin decides to dedicate his time and energy to writing, only to discover another mechanistic inferno. After casting away sweated labour, the hero turns to the world of art, literature and philosophy.

But against all expectations, the machine motif is more present than ever in that new chapter of his life. The weeks pass, Martin toils on his writing and sends the manuscripts to various magazines, only to be systematically faced with impersonal rejection letters.

He began to doubt that editors were real men. They seemed cogs in a machine. That was what it was, a machine. He poured his soul into stories, articles, and poems, and intrusted them to the machine.

He folded them just so, put the proper stamps inside the long envelope along with the manuscript, sealed the envelope, put more stamps outside, and dropped it into the mail-box.

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It travelled across the continent, and after a certain lapse of time the postman returned him the manuscript in another long envelope, on the outside of which were the stamps he had enclosed. And he could conclude only that there were no warm human men at the other end, only mere cogs, well oiled and running beautifully in the machine.

Martin soon realises that putting his heart and soul in the literary pieces he sends to magazines is in vain. He therefore turns to hack-work, which itself abides by some mechanical rules. He found that the newspaper storiette should never be tragic, should never end unhappily, and should never contain beauty of language, subtlety of thought, nor real delicacy of sentiment.

The formula consists of three parts: As he explains: That stuff had been merely incidental. It had been rejected right and left by the magazines.

The audacity and unconventionality of the storiettes was a shock to bourgeois morality and prejudice; but when Paris went mad over the immediate translation that was made, the American and English reading public followed Once the machine of literary fame has gathered momentum, the domino effect will not stop: It was the bourgeoisie that bought his books and poured its gold into his money-sack, and from what little he knew of the bourgeoisie it was not clear to him how it could possibly appreciate or comprehend what he had written ….

Fawn or fang, it was all a matter of chance. The point of interest, now, is to observe how this perception evolves as Martin climbs up the social ladder and the learning process at stake in the Bildungsroman progresses.

From the moment he meets the Morse family, the hero starts distancing himself from his own class and grows dissatisfied with it as he identifies its mechanisms. His encounter, in chapter VI, with working-class Lizzie Connolly and her friend stands out as a form of epiphany: Oh, he knew it all, and knew them well, from A to Z.

Good, as goodness might be measured in their particular class, hard-working for meagre wages … and facing a future that was a gamble between the ugliness of unending toil and the black pit of more terrible wretchedness, the way whereto being briefer though better paid. Considering their kind to be determined by predictable patterns, he envisions their future as a tragic alternative between a life of hard work or prostitution.

Behind those black eyes he knew every thought process. It was like clockwork.

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He could watch every wheel go around. Their bid was low pleasure, narrow as the grave, that palled, and the grave was at the end of it. Moreover, the protagonist prophesies the whole course of her life till her death. This feeling of entrapment in a mechanic, predetermined life is precisely what drives Martin to strive and elevate himself above his own kind in order to become closer to Ruth.

We could draw a parallel with the way the hero abandons manual work, which makes him feel like a soulless machine, to start a literary career which — just like his lover — he first idealises as full of promises and endless possibilities.

However, as Martin becomes more educated — more equal to the learned and wealthy community he wished to be accepted by —, more experienced and insightful, the picture of a sophisticated, superior and eminently spiritual society begins to fall apart: As a matter of fact, the narrative offers some ominous hints about the Morse family right from the first chapter: He saw the girl leave her chair and trip swiftly across the floor to the newcomer.

That must be her mother, he thought. She was a tall, blond woman, slender, and stately, and beautiful. Her gown was what he might expect in such a house.

His eyes delighted in the graceful lines of it. She and her dress together reminded him of women on the stage. But instead of suggesting stately gracefulness, the theatre trope could refer to the actual attitude of Ruth and her mother, who, as we learn later, are both very keen on decorum.

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The two women seem to perform their own little bourgeois play or ritual, that is in keeping with what one would expect from a respectable middle-class family.He therefore turns to hack-work, which itself abides by some mechanical rules. He watched the easy walk of the other in front of him, and for the first time realized that his walk was different from that of other men. The eponymous hero is now a witness, now a victim of the dangerous and dehumanising impact of factory labour.

It was the bourgeoisie that bought his books and poured its gold into his money-sack, and from what little he knew of the bourgeoisie it was not clear to him how it could possibly appreciate or comprehend what he had written ….

Join Now Login. He saw the girl leave her chair and trip swiftly across the floor to the newcomer. But their role is far from restricted to industry and the work environment.