书名：The Sea-Wolf and Selected Stories 海狼及其他文选
难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数880
作者：Jack London 杰克·伦敦
出版社名称：Signet Classics
出版时间：2013
语种：英文
ISBN：9780451415851
商品尺寸：10.5x 2.3 x 17.2 cm
包装：简装
页数：348 （以实物为准）

The Sea-Wolf and Selected Stories《海狼及其他文选》中，除了Jack London（杰克•伦敦）的长篇小说《海狼》外，还精选了他的几个短篇小故事，均为其经典而脍炙人口的作品。另外，此Signet Classic版本还附有专门研究杰克•伦敦文学作品的学者Early Labor所撰写的介绍，以及畅销冒险小说家Ben Bova的后记，帮助读者更加深入地理解全书。
Hailed by critics as one of the greatest sea stories ever written, this rousing adventure offers a fascinating combination of gritty realism and sublime lyricism in its portrayal of an elemental conflict. Jack London began his career at sea, and his shipboard experiences imbue The Sea-Wolf with flavorful authenticity. In the story, the gentleman narrator, Humphrey Van Weyden, is pitted against an amoral sea captain, Wolf Larsen, in a clash of idealism with materialism. The novel begins when Van Weyden is swept overboard into San Francisco Bay, and plucked from the sea by Larsen's seal-hunting vessel, the Ghost. Pressed into service as a cabin boy by the ruthless captain, Van Weyden becomes an unwilling participant in a brutal shipboard drama. Larsen's increasingly violent abuse of the crew fuels a mounting tension that ultimately boils into mutiny, shipwreck, and a desperate confrontation.
“He was a writer who excelled in describing cruelty, whose main theme indeed was the cruelty of Nature, or at any rate of contemporary life… Life is a savage struggle, and victory has nothing to do with justice.”—George Orwell

Impressed into service aboard the seal-hunting Ghost, Humphrey Van Weyden becomes an unwilling participant in a tense shipboard drama. With a wary eye, he watches the vessel’s abusive captain, Wolf Larsen, an enigma who can abandon two sailors on the open water, then return to reading the moral philosophers. One of the best sea novels ever written, The Sea-Wolf tells of mutiny, shipwreck, and a desperate confrontation.…
Also in this volume, “The Law of Life,” “The One Thousand Dozen,” “All Gold Canyon,” and “Moon-Face” offer more riveting action and adventure. In these tales, London’s descriptions of the natives, the northern dogs, and even the tundra capture the essence of the exuberant life he experienced firsthand. 

Jack London (1876–1916) spent his youth on the waters of the San Francisco Bay. In 1897, when gold was discovered in the Klondike, he obtained a grubstake and spent a freezing, fruitless winter in the Far North; by spring he was ready to return home to write. In 1900, his collection of short stories Son of the Wolfwas published. Two more volumes of Yukon short stories, a juvenile novel, and a Klondike novel followed in rapid succession. Then came his bestselling novel The Call of the Wild (1903) and the beginning of the years that were to bring him wealth and worldwide popularity. The eternal traveler, London served as a correspondent in Japan and Mexico and sailed his own ketch to the Solomon Islands before his death.
In 1966, at Utah State University,Earle Labor PhD, taught the firstJackLondon course ever offered in the United States. In 1974, as a Fulbright Professor at Aarhus University in Denmark, he presented the first Jack London course in Western Europe. During the, past half century, he has published ten books and nearly one hundred articles on Jack London. He is currently Emeritus Professor of American Literature and Director of the Jack London Research Center at Centenary College of Louisiana.
Ben Bova is the award-winning author of more than one hundred twenty novels and nonfiction books. He is a past president of Science Fiction Writers of America, president emeritus of the National Space Society, and a fellow of the American Association for the Advancement of Science. Among his many honors are the Robert A. Heinelin Award and the Lifetime Achievement Award of the Arthur C. Clarke Foundation.

I scarcely know where to begin, though I sometimes facetiously place the cause of it all to Charley Furuseth's credit. He kept a summer cottage in Mill Valley, under the shadow of Mount Tamalpais, and never occupied it except when he loafed through the winter months and read Nietzsche and Schopenhauer to rest his brain. When summer came on, he elected to sweat out a hot and dusty existence in the city and to toil incessantly. Had it not been my custom to run up to see him every Saturday afternoon and to stop over till Monday morning, this particular January Monday morning would not have found me afloat on San Francisco Bay.
Not but that I was afloat in a safe craft, for the Martinez was a new ferry-steamer, making her fourth or fifth trip on the run between Sausalito and San Francisco. The danger lay in the heavy fog which blanketed the bay, and of which, as a landsman, I had little apprehension. In fact, I remember the placid exaltation with which I took up my position on the forward upper deck, directly beneath the pilot-house, and allowed the mystery of the fog to lay hold of my imagination. A fresh breeze was blowing, and for a time I was alone in the moist obscurity--yet not alone, for I was dimly conscious of the presence of the pilot, and of what I took to be the captain, in the glass house above my head.