A short description of London from The Book of Jack London
Jack London at work
Jack London's Ranch: Photographs is a set of pictures from his home in Glen Ellen, California

The Jack London Story and the Beauty Ranch is a fascinating oral history project that includes interviews with Milo Shepard, Sara S. Hodson, Jeanne Reesman, Waring Jones, and Jacqueline Tavernier-Courbin. (New URL)(Note: Page will take a few seconds to load.)

The Huntington Library is the major repository for Jack London's papers and is an essential stop for researchers working on London.

The Jack London site at UC Berkeley is one of the best author sites anywhere on the web.  Containing HTML versions of London's works, photographs, biographical information by noted London biographer Clarice Stasz, a list of Jack London's works by date of composition by Jack London Journal editor James Williams, image files of documents, and bibliographies, it is an essential stop for students and researchers working on London. 

"Digital Jack" at Centenary College of Louisiana includes bibliographies, links, and information about London artifacts in the Peters Research Center.

Utah State University Jack London Collection includes pictures of first edition book covers. (New URL)

The Jack London International Site offers an international perspective on Jack London, with essays by the editor, Reinhard Wissdorf, and such notable London scholars as Dr. Vil M. Bykov. It  features materials in English and German, including a timeline, interviews with Jack London, a biographical sketch, pictures (including a slideshow with music), and a discussion list. 

The Jack London Ranch Album. This interesting biographical site is well designed and rich in materials not available elsewhere; in addition to many pictures, it includes memories of London by his daughter Becky and by Anna Strunsky, a picture of his typewriter, and an account of London's last hours by London scholar Russ Kingman. (New URL)

The God of His Fathers and Other Stories (1901; stories)
Children of the Frost (1902; stories)
The Call of the Wild (1903)
The People of the Abyss (1903)
The Sea-Wolf (1904)
White Fang (1906)
Moon-Face & Other Stories (1906; stories, including "All Gold Canyon")
Before Adam (1907)
The Iron Heel (1908)
Lost Face  (1910; stories, including "To Build a Fire")
Burning Daylight (1910)
Adventure(1911)
Martin Eden (1913)
John Barleycorn (1913)
The Valley of the Moon (1913)
The Star Rover (1915)
The Red One (1918; stories)

from The Book of Jack London, vol. 2, by Charmian London (New York: Century, 1921), 219-221. 

Our main meal was at 12:30.  This hour better suited our work and Ranch plans generally.  At twelve the mail-sack--a substantial leather one bought before we sailed on the Snark--arrived at the back porch, and Nakata brought it to me to sort the contents.  In the half-hour before dinner, Jack had glanced over the daily paper, read his letters, indicated replies on some of them for my guidance, and [219] laid the more important ones in their wire tray, one of many such nested on a small table beside the Oregon myrtle rolltop desk where he transacted business.  I always endeavored to have his ten pages of hand-written manuscript transcribed--an average of two and a half typewritten letter-size sheets--before the second gong (an ancient concave disk of Korean brass) belled the fifteen-minute call to table.  Jack implored me to be on time to the minute's tick, and attend to seating the guests, so that he might work to the last moment.
      In many minds, I am sure, still lives the vision of the hale, big-hearted man of God's out-of-doors, the beardless patriarch, his curls rumpled, like as not the green visor unremoved, pattering with that quick, light step along the narrow vine-shaded porch, through the screened doorway and the length of the tapa-brown room to his seat in the solid red koa chair at the head of the table. "Here comes a real man!" was the prevailing sentiment.
     How he doted upon that board with its long double-row of friendly faces turned in greeting, ever ready with another plate and portion!  It was his ideal--carried from old days with the Strunskys'. "In Jack's house," one writes me, "I met the most interesting people of my life and of the world."  And perhaps, while we fell to our portions, before his own was tasted he would read aloud newspaper items or newly received letters; or he might launch out in a fine rage of his eternal enthusiasm, upon some theme that claimed him, or strike into argument, whipped hot out of his seething brain and heart.  Always there was in him the potent urge to gather all about him into knowledge of whatever claimed his attention.  Years only added to his capacity to function in every potentiality.  There were no numb or inactive surfaces in his make-up, mentally, physically.  He reached in all directions, to play, to work, to thought, to sensation.  His face, smiling, cracked with thought-wrinkles, weather-wrinkles, laughter wrinkles. [220] At no time did he have more than a few gray hairs; and his hands, to his pride, were very firm, showing no dilated arteries.  "One is as young as one's arteries," he was fond of saying. . . . 
    Many were more impressed by his eyes than any other feature or characteristic. . . . They were eyes that look into one, and through and beyond--as if what they saw on the surface, in one's own, led his into the deeps behind, into the brain, conscious and unconscious and far behind again into the intelligence of the race down through all the drift of the human.  Gray, or iris-blue, they were when mild, the large pupils giving them a splendid, brilliant darkness; but let him be angry, instantly they went cold, metallic, the enormous pupils narrowing to bitter points. [221]

"A Hero to His Valet" by Yoshimatsu Nakata, transcribed by Barry Stevens (Jack London Journal 2001): 26-103.

After he dressed, Mr. London would start to work. He had a certain way of writing, and it was the same every day. He has a cigarette in his left hand and a blunt fountain pen with a wire tube at the end--a stylograph. He always used this instead of a fountain pen. The idea is that he doesn't have to watch the nib to see if it is turning to one side. When he is writing he is always humming something or singing. It is called "Redwing." He played that all the time on the phonograph on the Snark, and at home he still hums and sings it. Then he puffs a cigarette and writes some more and he does that for twenty minutes and then he gets up and takes a drink of Scotch whiskey. Then he eats a Japanese fish, the small white dried fish called creme iriko that they use for bait. He eats that once in a while and then writes. Every twenty minutes he counts the pages. he writes so big, I suppose there are a thousand words to about twenty pages. After he writes about an hour, he begins to count and then writes about twenty minutes again. About four or five times he does this, and then he figures he is finished with his work. (36-37)