When I picked up this book, I was already roughly familiar with the story of Chris McCandless, having seen the movie based on Jon Krakauer’s Into The Wild years ago. The thing I recall most clearly about that film was how angry it made me, how infuriated I was at this selfish young man – and how much I resented the filmmakers for romanticising his “ill-considered Jack London fantasies” (an apt description that Krakauer himself included in the book). I picked up Into The Wild purely in the hopes of finding a more even-handed portrayal of McCandless – or, at least, a less-enraging one.

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Into The Wild was first published in 1996, after having originally been written as a 9,000-word article for Outside magazine (called ‘Death of an Innocent’) in 1993. It went on to become an international best-seller, with more than 170 editions published in 30 languages.
Here’s a brief run-down: in 1990, Chris McCandless graduated from Emory University, and promptly cut off his family, gave all his money to Oxfam, and started living as a vagabond. In April 1992, he hitchhiked to Alaska to undertake an odyssey of sorts, heading out into the wilderness with nothing more than he could fit in a small backpack, planning to live off the grid for as long as he could.
He survived for 113 days, living mostly out of an abandoned bus off the Stampede Trail, and his emaciated body was found there in September. The following year, Krakauer retraced his steps, interviewing everyone who interacted with Chris on his ill-fated journey, and Into The Wild is his recounting of the young man’s life and death.
There seems to me to be a lot of glaring omissions in Into The Wild. For instance, Krakauer doesn’t explore – or even explicitly mention – the ways in which McCandless relied so much on the kindness of strangers while seemingly giving nothing in return. He exploits the loneliness and heartaches of others to get the food, housing, and transport he needs, but there are no descriptions of any equivalent generosity on his part, no instances of him helping out anyone in need along his circuitous route to the Alaskan wilderness. And yet, at every step of the way, kind-hearted strangers make it possible for him to undertake his big adventure – his life’s dream (and, ultimately, his cause of death). So, nothing in Into The Wild really challenged my initial impression that this is a selfish, arrogant, middle-class kid who thought he was a great philosophical mind but really had no capacity to translate that into a meaningful, positive life.
Krakauer at least confirms that I’m not alone in my ire. Into The Wild contains extracts from many letters he received in response to his article about McCandless for Outside. Most of them were written by bewildered and enraged Alaskans, bemoaning McCandless’s idiocy and hubris.
There is also a chapter that includes various stories of other young men (it’s always men, yet another privilege not mentioned or accounted for by Krakauer) going “into the wild” and finding it ain’t all beer and skittles. The one that stuck out to me most (indeed, I wished Krakauer had written a book about that adventurer instead of McCandless) was poor Carl McCunn, “an affable absentminded Texan” who booked himself a helicopter to drop him at a remote lake near the Coleen River for a month so he could photograph wildlife… but forgot to book a helicopter to pick him up and take him home.
These digressions mean that Into The Wild doesn’t depict McCandless’s story in strict chronological order, but it does place his decisions and fate in an important context (though later revelations about the extent of his father’s abuse would suggest that Into The Wild isn’t quite the “full” story). The only bit that felt unnecessary to me was Krakauer’s long tangent about his own solo mountain climbing experience, summiting Devil’s Thumb in Alaska at great personal risk. In fairness, he does warn the reader that this detour is coming in his prefatory Author’s Note, but still, I couldn’t help but think “dude, we get it, you too understand the ‘call of the wild’, let’s get on with it”.
I didn’t finish Into The Wild any less angry than I did the movie. In fact, I was even more angry, having now read McCandless’s sister recall eating compulsively after learning that her brother had starved to death (after all, how could she “waste” food when just a few mouthfuls a day could have saved him). To put a loved one through that kind of torment is wretched and unconscionable, in my opinion, and no matter how poetically Krakauer recounts his tale, I can’t bring myself to sympathise.
Read Into The Wild on audiobook via Libro.fm here.
My favourite Amazon reviews of Into The Wild:
- “There as sooooo many other stories of people that never get told, but this spoiled white boy gets a book. Disgraceful” – Christian
- “Here’s a summary of this amazing book:
Chris M is lucky enough to have a supportive family that helps him by giving him a good home, money, a car and a college education. He turns out to be a huge A-hole. He probably has some mental issues but maybe is just a big jerk. He cuts off all communications with his family and disappears on them. He eventually sets off into the wilderness with basically zero preparation and dies. So now there is one less A-hole in the world.
The end.” – 12 Pound Balls - “I forced myself to get 75% of the way through, but after 50% of the way through the book, the author is just killing trees with stories I could have done without.” – Amanda









