At first, I didn't think too much of the atmosphere of collegiate high spirits that characterizes this book. There are too many derivative travel books in which a writer today follows in some famous writer's or traveler's footsteps. They never seem, however, to arrive at what made the original work so admirable. Charles Darwin's The Voyage of the Beagle is a wonderful book, because the English naturalist visited South America when it was far wilder and more strange than it is today.
As the book went along, it seemed to get better, until the scenes in Chile, where everything seems too saturated with American pop culture to remind one of Darwin.
One odd thing about this book was the fault of the publisher, not Eric Simons, the book's author. I have never seen such a bad job of kerning. For example, instead of Sierra Ventana, one might encounter something more like S i e rra Ven t a na. Very odd, and totally unnecessary.
In the end, Darwin Slept Here is an amiable shaggy dog of a book, not bad for entertainment, but too far from Darwin's probing intelligence and bravery. To have spent much of his five years voyage suffering from dire seasickness. Small wonder that the naturalist eschewed adventure travel for the rest of his life.