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Jack London wrote this novel, “Martin Eden,†when he was only in his 30s and it’s really the story of his life…about making it as a writer and about achieving that goal and about the futility of it all. He wanted fame and wealth and he got all that after years of rejection. He wanted the girl of his dreams, Ruth Morse, and when she finally came to him, he’d had enough.
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By the time the world caught up to him, Martin Eden was emptied out. The people whose approval he sought turned out to be phonies.
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This brings to mind J.D. Salinger who (so brilliantly and so timelessly) used Holden Caulfield to express the same loathing, disgust and despair.
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This also brings to mind King Solomon’s despair on achieving practically everything he desired and… then what?
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Of the upper classes that he had pursued, all that glittered was not gold…it was snobbery.
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I don’t remember the novel’s particulars all that well but I read it when I was in my own 30s or thereabouts. One scene remains vivid…that’s when (penniless) he finally got one of his stories accepted and published…Eureka!... and the publisher never got around to submitting a check. Martin Eden had to go begging for his money…the money he had earned, the money he was owed, the money that was his.
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Martin Eden expected charm and dignity among the literati, the sultans who served as book editors and book publishers, and found them ignorant and brutish. In his struggling years Martin Eden had been judged…judged to be useless, a failure. He was UNWELCOME.
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They were thieves. They were murderers. In publishing the worst and scuttling the best, they stole the best years of a writer’s life.
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Martin Eden sought recognition among the upper class, personified in the glorious Ruth Morse. They – and she – kept turning him down.
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He seethed in his obscurity and swore that by the sweat of his brow one day…one day he would show them.
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He picked up demeaning jobs here and there but meanwhile he kept writing driven onward by lonely and hurtful and resentful ambition.
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Finally it came, success, but by this time he was nursing a grudge against all the glitterati and literati who had snubbed him. There was no recouping the lost years. When Ruth Morse came to him at the moment when he was the most famous writer in America, Martin Eden (Jack London?) turned his back to her.
Martin Eden refused to forget. Martin Eden refused to forgive.
Can you understand? Can you relate?
About the author: Novelist Jack Engelhard’s international bestseller “Indecent Proposal†is now available on Kindle (as well as paperback). Also related to this article are his novels “The Girls of Cincinnati†and “Slot Attendant – A Novel About A Novelist.†Website: www.indecentviews.com
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Comments: 21
but second....hey come ON man.....ANYONE whose deeply held personal goal requires SOMEONE ELSE to do, to think or to be a certain way should have grown up in Atlantic City!!! I mean it just ain't gonna happen except by lucky accident, which is a chilling phenomenon on which to pin a personal goal!!!! You didn't know the Lords and Ladies of publishing were lowlife perverted scum??? AWWWWWW! the Lords and Ladies of Finance and Fashion??? the Lords and Ladiers of Anything Anywhere Any time????
NAH!!! the REAL THRILL is to make your fame, wealth, etc work for you. I figure you and your best two or three friends say goodbye to everyone at the factory with huge smiles on their faces....then a year later coming back to the factory and saying hello STILL with huge smiles on your faces!!!
otherwise..... what's the killin' for?
It reminds me of what everyone employed by someone else, even those self employed go through to get around stupidity and malicious controls and manipulations from others they need to do their jobs. And the more you care about doing a very good job, the more you are put down.
In our days of earning a living here there seems to be no escaping some type of malicious control by others in places of any type of power.
I've memorized the words of Frank Sinatra's, That's Life. That song says so much, and it's not just about artists attempting to earn a living through their art, though that profession seems to dramatize these facts we all suffer from.
Escape is in walking away from the slime when you can, as soon as you can, and to learn what you did about people from Atlantic City street wisdom. You've opened some eyes about Law Enforcement through TSR, as Jack has done about writing professions through his books... And I through my books.
Some machinations seem so dark, though, as exposed in your Bathsheba Deadline, that I wonder how they can manifest into existence with such an utter absence of light in the dirty design phases.
I appreciate knowing about the breaks being put on sales. Without that, your career would have been a very different story. A strange world we're living in, yet fascinating in ways.