Wow. After reading the last review I had to take a look at this since I love Jack London's stuff. Well it may or maynot have been a "socialist screed" but it WAS kinda ham-fisted, beating you over the head with it chapter after chapter after chapter. I still like London but am going to stick with his fiction.

This monumentally boring book is the best cure for insomnia ever invented. As for the philosophy itself -- I cannot imagine how much better off the world would be today if someone had smothered Marx and Engels in their cradles. Horrible book, horrible "manifesto."