Voyaging: Southward from the Strait of Magellan
"Twenty-nine years after his death, [Rockwell] Kent has returned with a vengeance.  Not since the height of his pre-McCarthyism popularity has so much of his work been available to the public." —Smithsonian"This is a book filled with roaring winds, black, smoking seas, mountains that are terrible in the isolation they symbolize. Why does the desire persist in men to visit places such as this? What draws them on to certain discomfort, danger and separation from all that civilized effort has won for them? Perhaps Mr. Kent has struck upon the true answer here. 'This hour you are bound by the whole habit of your life and thought, the next by unerring impulse of the soul you are free. How strong and swift is pride to clear itself, from misery or joy, from crowds, from ease, from failure, from success, from the recurrent  brim full, the too much? Forever shall man seek the solitudes and the most utter desolation of the wilderness to achieve through hardship the rebirth of his pride.' . . . The strength and menace and majesty of the Cape Horn region proved admirable material for Mr. Kent's black and white drawings. They are not a mere adornment of his book, but an integral part of it."—New York Times"Rockwell Kent has the Midas knack -- everything his pen touches becomes literary gold. The publication of his 'Wilderness' gave birth to the suspicion that here was a unique figure in the world of letters. With the advent of 'Voyaging' that suspicion becomes a conviction. No other literary artist is doing just what Kent is doing."—New York Tribune"An account of Mr. Kent's attempt in a tiny sailboat to steer a course from the Strait of Magellan south and west through the mountainous-islanded channels of Tierra del Fuego around Cape Horn. ...Mr. Kent has caught the wild beauty of this ominous region -- iron crags ringed with the froth of blown surf, wind-tortured trees, distant peaks incrusted with dazzling snow; but out of the very heart of this bewildering beauty emanates a sense of unseen presences appallingly, implacably hostile to man."—The Nation