AUG. 27-29, 2019 PART 9: WILDERNESS: A JOURNAL OF QUIET ADVENTURE IN ALASKA - INFLUENCE & REVIEWS
ROCKWELL KENT WILDERNESS CENTENNIAL
JOURNAL
100 YEARS LATER
by Doug Capra © 2018-19
Part 9 – Wilderness
& the Alaska Paintings: The Reviews
Aug. 27-29, 2019
ABOVE – Various
editions of Wilderness. The edition
with my foreword is at lower left, a reprint of the 1970 special signed and boxed
limited edition overseen by Kent himself – at upper right. At lower right is
the 1930 Modern Library edition. At upper left is the 1920 edition. If you look
for the book at amazon.com, you find several recent new printings of the 1920
edition. Since it was published before 1920, the book is now in the public
domain.
BELOW – Various
editions of Northern Christmas. For
the original 1941 edition published by the American Artists Group (at upper
left), Kent excerpted the Christmas chapter from Wilderness with minor changes and a special format. The 1996
edition with my foreword is at upper right. The boxed edition at front was
published in 1983 by Random House with an introduction by Fridolf Johnson.
But think – if Energy is Delight and if Exuberance is
Beauty, the Manic-Depressive knows more about Delight and Beauty than anyone
else. Who else has so much Energy and Exuberance? Maybe it’s the strategy of
the Psyche to increase Depression. Didn’t Freud say that Happiness was nothing
but the remission of Pain? So, the more Pain the intenser the Happiness. But
there is a prior origin to this, and the Psyche makes Pain on purpose. Anyway,
Mankind is stunned by the Exuberance and Beauty of certain individuals. When a
Manic-Depressive escapes from his Furies he’s irresistible. He captures History.
I think that aggravating is a secret technique of the Unconscious. As for great
men and kings being History’s slaves, I think Tolstoi was off the track. Don’t
kid yourself, kings are the most sublime sick. Manic-Depressive heroes pull
Mankind into their cycles and carry everybody away.
from Humboldt’s Gift by Saul Bellow
I saw the position into which Humboldt had placed
Kathleen {Humboldt’s wife}, and I put it into words: Lie there. Hold
still. Don’t wiggle. My happiness may be peculiar, but once happy I will make
you happy, happier than you ever dreamed. When I am satisfied the blessing of
fulfillment will flow to all mankind. Wasn’t this, I thought, the message of
modern power? This was the voice of the crazy tyrant speaking, with peculiar
lusts to consummate, for which everyone must hold still. I grasped it at once.
Then I thought that Kathleen must have secret feminine reasons for going along.
I too was supposed to go along, and in another fashion I too was to hold still.
Humboldt had plans also for me…When he wasn’t a poet he was a fanatical
schemer. And I was particularly susceptible to his influence. Why that was I
have only recently begun to understand. But he thrilled me continually.
Whatever he did was delicious.
from Humboldt’s
Gift by Saul Bellow
It’s said the character
of Humboldt is based on Saul Bellows relationship with writer Delmore Schwartz. Medical diagnosis
of historical figures is fraught with dangers – although there is a legitimate
field. Some medical historians have done insightful work (See The Strange Deaths of President Harding
by Robert H. Ferrell, 1998). With the quotes above I’m not making a medical
diagnosis of Rockwell Kent. Some have suggested he might have been
manic-depressive or bipolar. That wouldn’t be uncommon with creative, talented
people. I happened to be reading Saul Bellow’s Humboldt’s Gift and found these words interesting. All I’m
suggesting here is that Kent was not unique in his behavior and proclivities.
Many artists, writers, and poets – creative people in general – live on the
edge. This is not to justify Kent's occasionally insensitivity and cruelty to his
family and friends. He had another side that could be gentle, kind, and loyal. He was who he was and did what he did. (I
happen to be reading the life of Scottish writer, adventurer and naturalist,
Gavin Maxwell (1914-19690). He was another fascinating and talented genius.
The contrast between Rockwell
Kent’s inspiring and upbeat Alaska book – Wilderness
-- and the relationship with his wife, Kathleen (and Hildegarde) as exhibited in
the correspondence – is significant. There are clues in the book. In Wilderness, on Tuesday, New Year’s Eve
1918 – the tenth anniversary of his marriage – Kent writes: I’m terribly homesick
to-night and don’t know what to say about it in these genial pages. It has been
a solemn day. On Feb. 17, 1919 his journal reads: It has become necessary to go back to New York very soon – with no
specific explanation. Rockie is heartbroken
and wants to know all the details. Kent discusses it with his son, but the
reader is not privy to what is said. In the letters we learn that Kent probably
puts the blame on Kathleen’s state of mind and encourages Rockie to write
several letters begging her to join them. Kent even has Olson write to
Kathleen. His wife, in return, pleads with Kent not to tell Rockie she just doesn’t
want to come, that their early return is because she refuses to join out of stubbornness.
It would be too expensive, she tells her husband. Kent often reminds her there’s
no good reason for her refusal. Two of the children can stay with his and her
mother, and the youngest can travel with Kathleen free of charge. Ultimately,
Kent walks a fine line between making his wife feel guilty and also agreeing
that he trusts her judgment. In the letters Kent writes for Kathleen to read on
New Year’s Eve – their anniversary – he claims he is now a new man. He realizes
how cruel and unkind he has been to his wife. He has ended his affair with
Hildegarde, and as their correspondence continues through January and February,
Kent promises to be faithful to Kathleen, to leave the city with his family to
find a quiet rural homestead.
ABOVE – At upper left, Rockwell
Kent and his family in Vermont, 1921. Kathleen is holding Gordon, born in
October 1920. Rockie is standing in front of Kent. The girls from left are
Kathleen, Barbara and Clara. At upper right and far lower right, Hildegarde
Hirsch. Lower photos from left, the Fox Island cabin, the cabin interior, and
Kent’s wife, Kathleen. Hildegarde’s photo at lower right is from a 1920
passport. Lower photo of Kathleen and the cabin exterior are from private Kent
family albums. Others are from the Rockwell Kent Gallery at Plattsburgh State
University, Plattsburgh, N.Y.
Wilderness contains none of
Kent’s personal struggles, nor should it have. Unlike todays popular market for
excruciatingly revealing memoir and autobiography, the standards of 1920 would
not allow it. It’s not so much that Kent is hiding his dirty laundry. Over the
years he had not been shy about his unfaithfulness to Kathleen. Rather, he’s latching
onto an already popular genre – the artist/writer/adventurer tale. Others had succeeded in that realm, including
Paul Gauguin with Noa Noa (1901), the
journal from his 1891-93 Tahiti adventure – and while on Fox Island Kent was
reading Fridtjof Nansen’s illustrated In
Northern Mists.
ABOVE – The 1919 American edition
of Noa Noa was being advertised the spring Kent returned to New York from
Alaska.
BELOW – Nansen’s work
compared with Kent’s.
Upon publication, Wilderness stood out among all the other
new books. It was compared with Paul Gauguin’s Noa Noa, with Thoreau’s Walden,
even with Richard Henry Dana’s Two Years
Before the Mast. Though fascinated
with it, critics couldn’t seem to find its niche. It was an artist’s travelogue
and showcase for his work; it was memoir, adventure, and philosophy salted with
the spiritual; it was a paean to the simple life, to childhood, to wilderness. And
it was real. Because Wilderness was based
upon heart-felt journals originally not meant for wide publication, Kent’s
narrator (himself embedded within the “quiet adventure”) offered an
authenticity and a genuineness, a self-effacement so absent in much of the
current literature struggling to find a place in modernism. Most reviews were
unable to articulate this directly.
Of all the reviews of Wilderness I’ve found, one in particular
comes closest to capturing the reasons for the book’s positive impact upon the public.
The review’s headline in the March 27,
1920 Baltimore Evening Sun, reads “Wilderness,”
By Rockwell Kent, Treat of the Season – Human and Refreshing. Critic Jesse
Lee Bennett (begins:
Amid the chaos of valueless fiction and of
serious books infinitely important but alas, infinitely dull, there appears a
real book, a regular book, a joyous book, a refreshing book, a very, very human
and delightful book.
Why these torrential encomiums? Because it is
such a delight to leave all this perfumed pother about intricate personal
relations, all this dreary talk about mankind, and to be brought close to man –
to man, happy, normal, sane; to man, living with joy, joyously adapted to a
clean, simple and wonderful world.
It has become so easy to forget that there is joy
and simplicity and normal happiness anywhere on this tremendous, this
illogical, this very terrible old planet. It has become so easy to forget that
somewhere the cold wind blows free, the salt waves dash furiously against rocky
cliffs and man – keen, alert, glad to be alive and with all his senses and all
his intelligence awake to the splendor and wonder that life somewhere holds –
moves and has his happy being far from dust, disorder and despair.
Surely we should be grateful to any man who comes
to tell us of months of simple happiness lived under vigorously inspiring
conditions. Surely, in this day when bookshops are becoming tombs of dreary
tedium, we can heap encomiums on a book which is alive; which can make even the
deadest of us feel a momentary pulse of life, throb for a brief moment with the
rhythm of a purposeful, resplendent universe.
BELOW -- A portion of Jesse Lee Bennet's review of Wilderness.
When we learn more
about the critic, Jesse Lee Bennett, we can understand better why he was able
to see deeper into Rockwell Kent’s Alaska book.
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PART 10
WILDERNESS:
A JOURNAL OF QUIET ADVENTURE IN ALASKA
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