Why did I love this book?
If you want to be an artist of any kind, you must develop a thick skin, because you will face rejection most of the time. Martin Eden came along at just the right time, when I was 15, sending my poetry to The New Yorker, The Atlantic, Harper’s, and Esquire, and receiving in return rejection slips with very little encouragement. Once Martin Eden discovered writing, he didn’t let the editors who rejected his early work break his belief in himself. Acceptance came, but at a price. He becomes disillusioned with how phony the world can be. I still retain my optimism. What I got from Jack London’s novel was learning not to let the bastards beat you down, and to reject rejection.