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The Greatest Show on Earth: Richard Dawkins

Tuesday, March 30th, 2010

I’ve just finished a several week virtual book club with a friend in Colorado.  We both downloaded and listened while driving, to Richard Dawkins’ latest book on evolution, The Greatest Show on Earth: The Evidence for Evolution.  During the day one of us would call the other to appraise our progress, go over what struck us the most, or what was most difficult.  In addition we kept up a shared document at Evernote, an Intenet based note-keeping site.  We wrote up salient points from Dawkins’ arguments, posted links to supporting material and pasted in charts, photos and cartoons that seemed apropos.

Dawkins, along with the late Stephen Jay Gould, is one of the most widely read explicators of evolutionary biology in the world.  Unlike many of his peers, he takes on with gusto the assertions and beliefs and confusions of  creationists, in all their camps.  His Blind Watchmaker, 1986, was an earlier attempt to show how evolution — “the nonrandom survival of randomly varying hereditary equipment”, as he calls it — can explain the complexity of all biological beings, including man.  There is no need to posit a skilled “watchmaker,” e.g. God, to account for us.

The Greatest Show was written to coincide with the 200th anniversary of Darwin’s birth, in an effort to close what Dawkins felt was a serious gap left by his previous six books.  All of them assumed evolution to be true.  “Looking back,” he says, “the evidence for evolution itself was nowhere set out.”  Thus this book, an impressive, serious presentation of the current state of knowledge not only of the paleontological evidence but of cell growth and behavior, DNA replication, proteins,  enzymes, structural homology, bacterial experimentation and much more.  Every chapter deserves second readings, particularly when the material or connections between arguments is new to the reader.

The problem is however, he has another central preoccupation — the worrying success of creationists, with lots of money and well crafted obfuscations, at casting doubt on evolutionary theory and on much of science itself.  [42% of American believe life has existed in its present form since the beginning of time, according to a 2008 Pew poll.] The problem is not just one of intellectual disagreement — which Dawkins has had plenty of with Gould and others, but that “when [teachers] explore and explain the very nature of life itself, they are harried and stymied, hassled and bullied, even threatened with the loss of their jobs.”  Thus The Greatest Show is written very much with the creationist arguments in mind.  Pains are taken to show the silliness of many of them.  Winding the two themes together, however, has led to a book that doesn’t quite succeed in either. (more…)

Darwin’s Influence on Western Thought

Saturday, November 28th, 2009

In honor of the 150th anniversary of the publication of The Origin of Species, last Tuesday, November 24, Scientific American released from its pay archives, a very interesting essay, written in July, 2000, by Ernst Mayr (now deceased) on Darwin’s Influence on Modern Thought. The whole essay is worth reading — and will only be available for a month, for free.  Here are a few snips to whet your appetite.

The Darwinian Zeitgeist
A 21st-century person looks at the world quite differently than a citizen of the Victorian era did. This shift had multiple sources, particularly the incredible advances in technology. But what is not at all appreciated is the great extent to which this shift in thinking indeed resulted from Darwin’s ideas.

Remember that in 1850 virtually all leading scientists and philosophers were Christian men. The world they inhabited had been created by God, and as the natural theologians claimed, He had instituted wise laws that brought about the perfect adaptation of all organisms to one another and to their environment. At the same time, the architects of the scientific revolution had constructed a worldview based on physicalism (a reduction to spatiotemporal things or events or their properties), teleology, determinism and other basic principles. Such was the thinking of Western man prior to the 1859 publication of On the Origin of Species. The basic principles proposed by Darwin would stand in total conflict with these prevailing ideas.

First, Darwinism rejects all supernatural phenomena and causations. The theory of evolution by natural selection explains the adaptedness and diversity of the world solely materialistically. It no longer requires God as creator or designer (although one is certainly still free to believe in God even if one accepts evolution). …

Second, Darwinism refutes typology. From the time of the Pythagoreans and Plato, the general concept of the diversity of the world emphasized its invariance and stability. This viewpoint is called typology, or essentialism. The seeming variety, it was said, consisted of a limited number of natural kinds (essences or types), each one forming a class. The members of each class were thought to be identical, constant, and sharply separated from the members of other essences.

Variation, in contrast, is nonessential and accidental. A triangle illustrates essentialism: all triangles have the same fundamental characteristics and are sharply delimited against quadrangles or any other geometric figures. An intermediate between a triangle and a quadrangle is inconceivable. Typological thinking, therefore, is unable to accommodate variation and gives rise to a misleading conception of human races. For the typologist, Caucasians, Africans, Asians or Inuits are types that conspicuously differ from other human ethnic groups. This mode of thinking leads to racism. (Although the ignorant misapplication of evolutionary theory known as “social Darwinism” often gets blamed for justifications of racism, adherence to the disproved essentialism preceding Darwin in fact can lead to a racist viewpoint.)

Darwin completely rejected typological thinking and introduced instead the entirely different concept now called population thinking. …

Third, Darwin’s theory of natural selection made any invocation of teleology unnecessary. From the Greeks onward, there existed a universal belief in the existence of a teleological force in the world that led to ever greater perfection. This “final cause” was one of the causes specified by Aristotle. After Kant, in the Critique of Judgment, had unsuccessfully attempted to describe biological phenomena with the help of a physicalist Newtonian explanation, he then invoked teleological forces. Even after 1859, teleological explanations (orthogenesis) continued to be quite popular in evolutionary biology. The acceptance of the Scala Naturae and the explanations of natural theology were other manifestations of the popularity of teleology. Darwinism swept such considerations away.

(The designation “teleological” actually applied to various different phenomena. Many seemingly end-directed processes in inorganic nature are the simple consequence of natural laws—a stone falls or a heated piece of metal cools because of laws of physics, not some end-directed process. Processes in living organisms owe their apparent goal-directedness to the operation of an inborn genetic or acquired program. Adapted systems, such as the heart or kidneys, may engage in activities that can be considered goal seeking, but the systems themselves were acquired during evolution and are continuously fine-tuned by natural selection. Finally, there was a belief in cosmic teleology, with a purpose and predetermined goal ascribed to everything in nature. Modern science, however, is unable to substantiate the existence of any such cosmic teleology.)

Fourth, Darwin does away with determinism. Laplace notoriously boasted that a complete knowledge of the current world and all its processes would enable him to predict the future to infinity. Darwin, by comparison, accepted the universality of randomness and chance throughout the process of natural selection. (Astronomer and philosopher John Herschel referred to natural selection contemptuously as “the law of the higgledy-piggledy.”) That chance should play an important role in natural processes has been an unpalatable thought for many physicists. Einstein expressed this distaste in his statement, “God does not play dice.” Of course, as previously mentioned, only the first step in natural selection, the production of variation, is a matter of chance. The character of the second step, the actual selection, is to be directional. …

So, do, read it all. Print it out to read on November 24th of every year!  Fine Thanksgiving reading.

And by the way, the whole of The Origin is available at the Gutenberg Project.

Muddy River: A Town in China

Saturday, September 26th, 2009

The greater the flood of news the faster we are carried along.  We have time to see only the surfaces of events before we are swept beyond them, especially if the events are in countries enormous and far away.

Uighurs attack Hans who attack Uighurs in China. China is making terrifying contributions to CO2 buildup but is working more than many to bring it down.  Tibet has always been a part of China; Tibet has always been its own nation.  And so we know ten thousand things but we know nothing below the surface.  Even if we go there and are toured around and make friends; even if we adopt unwanted Chinese infant girls ; even if we mourn the dead from Tianamen in 1989 or the impoverished poor protesting the fouling of their air, water and soil, we know not much.

vagrants.cgi To get below the surface at all we have to move from the wash of news and enter into history or even better, into fiction.  To know reality we have to enter into fiction.   YiYun Li’s recently published The Vagrants, about life in Muddy River, a fictional town in China in 1979, is a marvelous glass bottomed boat through which we can look into the life of the town and the lives of the people.  In 1979 Mao had died, the Gang of Four had been arrested and the Cultural Revolution was over.  The first possibilities of public, democratic expression were being felt in Beijing and around the country, but the outlines of who was in power and what was the correct line were far from clear. The news traveled slowly,  with travelers and interpretations of what was being said in the press and on the radio and who was saying it.  There was none of the speedy personal communications of the internet, cell-phones and texting which have aided and kept anonymous those who have spoken out recent years. Yet small groups of people breathed a different air and wanted to believe it was there to stay.

The central event of the book is the execution of Gu Shan, a young, female Red Guard “…at first a fanatic believer in Chairman Mao and his Cultural Revolution and later an adamant nonbeliever and a harsh critic of her generation’s revolutionary zeal.”  Before she is executed for her counterrevolutionary acts she is taken to four public denunciations, the occasion for a public holiday of sorts. School children are walked to the stadium to witness. Perhaps they notice the blood stained rag around her neck through which the vocal cords had been severed — to avoid any embarrassment to the Party officials. Away from the crowds she will be taken to a snowy island for her execution, but not before her kidneys are extracted, en vivo. The official who is to receive them doesn’t want to be tainted with the ghosts of the dead.

Gu Shan’s mother, intent on giving her daughter a proper farewell with a public burning of her clothes, is drawn into a small band of younger people which shares Gu’s urge towards freedom, and means to use her death to celebrate her courage and advance their cause. Her father, a former teacher and intellectual, is appalled both by his daughter’s passion and by the use others want to make of her death. He begins to write long letters to his former wife, a militant communist from whom he separated before having children.

The plot line runs through the richest description imaginable, not only of the hardscrabble town, the one-room shacks with heated brick beds, the cold of the streets, the mud of approaching spring but of the people — from extremely poor, to well-off, public figures, each with their own character traits and opinions. Yiyun Li moves effortlessly between the various stories, all tied together by the death and their relation to it, and tied to each other by their positions in the town and their crossing paths.

Nini is a young adolescent girl, born with a birth defect, the result of her mother being kicked by Gu at the height of her militancy.

“Someone has put a curse on us through you, Nini, and that’s why we never get to have a boy in our family. But today, the one who has done this to us gets to see her final day. The spell is over now, and your father and I will have a son soon.”

Treated as the scullery maid and baby sitter by her parents Nini finds herself drawn to the warmth and kindness of an older boy, Bashi, who is similarly drawn to her and away from the borderline life he is living. In a world of rejection and sadness she manages to persevere, even as Bashi is sent to jail in the closing pages and she heads out of Muddy River with the elderly Huas, the title figures of the story.

“She would take care of the couple, when they were too old to work, with the money in her socks, Nini thought. There was no reason for her to linger in Muddy River, though she knew she would be back in seventeen years, after Bashi had served his sentence for molesting and kidnapping a young child [herself]. She had tried to visit him once, but the guards said only families and relatives were allowed. There was no point in making them understand she was his child bride; there was no point in explaining anything to anyone, the Huas’ included. The only thing to do was to count the days and years to come.”

Kai, a well known radio personality and voice for the status-quo, is another strong female figure in the story.  She, of all of them, changes the most. She walks away from her privileged life, picks up Gu’s cause and suffers a similar fate. Married to a high-ranking family she begins meeting with Jialin, an ailing but fervent rebel trying to rehabilitate Gu’s name. The group manages to have leaflets printed calling for a memorial and petition signing to rehabilitate her name. Stealthily the leaflets are taken door to door. Only the brave appear at the square where a large photograph of the young woman is propped below a statue of Chairman Mao; only the extremely brave, and a few foolish, sign the petition. Kai is one of the party which delivers it to the authorities — leading to disaster for her family, and death in the closing pages for herself.

“Under the policy of giving the harshest punishment to all antigovernment organizations and individuals, three hundred and eleven people who had signed the petition were tried as counterrevolutionaries… Upon reviewing the cases, the provincial officials pointed out that a warning to the masses would not be effective without a death sentence. Kill a chicken to frighten all the mischievous monkeys into silence, one top official urged in writing, and several others chimed in with their consent.”

For all the grimness of the story, both in the behavior of the people and the double execution, The Vagrants is not a labor to read. Li’s graceful sentences and attention to detail, so much of it unknown to us before reading, make us willing spectators of a great canvas, one we want to stand before many times and look again at a particular scene, or notice the description of clothing or food, or twenty minutes in the street.  We read of customs which are not ours but which, embedded in the sympathetically rendered poverty of the lives,   seem not simply exotic but a natural part of what we are seeing.

Li herself has a Tolstoyan sense of history — that life unfolds not at the hands of great men who make events but in those of the millions of people who participate, in millions of different ways.

“[Li] As a writer I am fascinated by small people in community, who are not always in the center of actions, yet who in the end, as onlookers, contribute perhaps as much to history as those who hold key roles. In other words, Hitler did not start his war by himself, nor did Chairman Mao start Cultural Revolution by himself. Those who participate are what I am interested in writing. And Muddy River, as a provincial town, seems a perfect place to investigate the people far from the center of the actions (Beijing, for instance).

[Q:] Yes, I was interested in that choice — showing the action in the provinces rather than in the capital, where events around the Democracy Wall must also have been very dramatic.

[Li] When you choose to write the center of the action — say, the movement in Beijing — it tends to become more political and historical, while my interest always stays with the people — the characters, how they live through certain events; how much their action (or inaction) define not only their own fates but other people’s fates too.”

Mark Pritchard: SF Metro

Li was born and raised in China, and was a teenager at the time of Tiananmen Square — China’s 9/11 she says.  She came to the U.S. to study immunology and found herself caught up in writing, first with short stories and now a fine novel being celebrated around the reading world.  The Vagrants is a grim story but told with unusual dispassion and fine strokes.  It isn’t to be missed.

More about Yiyun Li, here.

Mountain Building and Human Existence

Monday, August 31st, 2009

DevilInMountainsThe tallest peaks in the famous Rocky Mountains of Colorado are half the height of most of the those in the Himalayas and are dwarfed by many mountains in the South American Andes. Why is that? And, where do mountains come from? What makes some mountains grow taller and others grow faster? If mountains affect the weather and thus the climate, is it possible that climate and weather could affect the growth of mountains?

I don’t know about you, but such questions have been with me ever since I realized that the mountains I drove through or flew over were not just rocks and dirt that had somehow been there forever. Living in Marin County, California in the eastern shadow of Mt. Tamalpais helps keep such questions alive. The chert beds so clearly visible, folded back and forth in enormous vertical S’s, on the road to the peak just beg as I drive by: exssssplain this! The green serpentine taunts: how did I get here from miles below the ocean floor? In my daily life of making a living and living with family those questions pop up and recede during the length of a Sunday drive. But they swarm out again, bothering and bewitching me when in the company of many mountains, as I was recently in the Peruvian Andes. Along the way I found the perfect book to consult and bring me a little closer to understanding the mysteries.

Devil in the Mountain: A Search for the Origin of the Andes (2004, Princeton) by Simon Lamb, a British geologist of wide experience in both mountains and in explaining mountains, is a very good book. It will draw in anyone with the stirrings of curiosity of how did these mountains come to be?

It turns out the Andes are young, only 40 million years or so, with many sections of it much younger, rising up as the lower layers skidded up the wedge shaped, and much more solid, Brazilian Shield. The youngest portions of the Canadian-US Rockies by contrast, are 100 to 65 million years old.

Simon’s approach is not pure geology. (more…)

Peru: Reading While Walking

Sunday, August 2nd, 2009

If summer is a time to travel it is also a time to read. For me combining the two is a great way to focus attention on the places visited, the food tasted and people met but also on the stories told and written, either in the distant past or the continuing present. Peru, in the summer of 2009, was such an opportunity. Our two guides had strong ties to the pre-Conquest communities they came from, one Quechuan, Lucio, from the highlands, the other, Rodolfo, an Ese’Eja from the rivers and jungles of the Tambopata river.

We spent several days with Lucio in and around Cuzco. In a matter of fact voice he told what the capital of the Inca empire must have been like before the Spaniards came, and guided us around its stupendous remnants. DSCN1076 [Desktop Resolution] Enormous stoneworks still stood in place in Saksaywaman where his ancestors had welcomed the winter solstice, ensuring the sun would begin to lengthen its daily visit and bring life to the people. Lucio had read much in archeology and history and though Quechuan speaking was equally fluent and proud of his Spanish; a Quechuan-Peruvian as we might hyphenate him, enlarging the good and diminishing the bad from all threads of his ancestry. One of the last visits with him was to the tomb beneath “The Church of the Triumph,” where he made sure we saw the crypt where the ashes of the Inca Garcilaso de la Vega (who died in Cordoba, Spain) are said to be resting, and that we understood his stature in Cuzcan culture.
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Nanking: 1937

Saturday, May 2nd, 2009

In the macabre history of human horrors the Japanese Army’s Rape of Nanking, China, December 1937, stands in the first ranks. As a young man who had lived in post-war Japan and had thought of returning as an adult, attracted to the aesthetic, the culture, the status of being an honored outsider, I first heard the whisperings of The Rape of Nanking with dubious disbelief. Though my growing knowledge of human behavior told me the Japanese, for all their politeness and Buddhist beliefs, were not exempt from such crimes, from engaging in actions that for savagery and gruesomeness can scarcely be comprehended. Indeed not.

The Second Sino-Japanese War (which goes under various names — War of Resistance Against Japan, the China Incident– depending on the speaker) began in earnest in July of 1937 when the Japanese Army captured Beijing and Tianjin. Chiang Kai-shek for the Republic of China then led the Chinese army against the Japanese foothold in Shanghai in August of 1937 in full scale warfare that lasted for three months, the Japanese eventually victorious, though with heavy casualties. In Nanking, then the capital of the Republic of China, all eyes were on Shanghai, knowing it would be the gateway to Nanking if the Japanese were successful. As the evidence mounted the wealthy led the way in fleeing the city, followed by all who had the means to travel and a place to go. The army itself, under Chiank Kai-shek was withdrawn, following a strategy of trying to draw the Japanese deep into China and defeat them piecemeal, with the added practicality that the army was in tatters and deeply dispirited after the battle for Shanghai. Nanking was left under the authority of an International Committee, led by John Rabe, a German born member of the Nazi Party and Siemens business man, and some 17 additional westerners who chose to stay despite the ominous news of the Japanese advance.

nankingbombingvictimAs the army poured into defenseless Nanking, after days of bombing from the air, massacre, rape, gratuitous killing, burning groups of people alive while they were tied together became common place. The Committee had set up a Safety Zone about the size of Central Park where, in 25 refugee camps, some 250,000 people sought safety, and to a large degree found it, through the courage of the outsiders who stayed behind. The invasion of Nanking and deaths of an estimated 300,000 souls became known to some as The Rape of Nanking, though for most the knowledge of the horror was submerged in the world-wide conflagration of World War II where the victims seemed more familiar and therefore more precious to the press and historians.

rapeofnankingIt was only in 1997 with the publication of Iris Chang’s powerful book, “The Rape of Nanking” that memory began to be recovered in the west, and to be indelibly stamped in my own. In 2007 Bill Guttentag and Dan Sturman undertook to re-imagine the unimaginable with a film called, “Nanking.” It was short listed for an Academy Award and became the highest grossing documentary film in Chinese history, though its presence in American theaters was short and not much commented on, despite universally approving reviews [100% of "Top Critics" at Rotten Tomatoes.]

japaneseenternankingThe heart of the film is actual footage shot during the invasion, some of it secretly by John Magee, one of the western missionaries who stayed, some of it, presumably, by the Japanese themselves, discovered by the film makers in wide ranging searches around the globe. Cut between the war footage, and some of it is the most gruesome you will ever see, are wrenching recollections of the days of killing by now elderly Chinese survivors. One in particular, is a very old man who recounts watching his mother being repeatedly knifed by soldiers, and his baby brother being pitched away at the end of a bayonet. He found his bleeding brother after the soldiers left and brought him to the dying mother who tried to nurse him, blood from her wounds mixing with the milk. The man, remembering this and speaking about it 70 years later, is so overcome with emotion he can barely continue talking. The sobs of the translators can be heard below his own voice.

The framing device for the film is 9 actors reading from the memoirs of those who stayed with the Committee and helped save so many. Though a bit odd — the actors are sitting in chairs as at a theatrical reading for a part– their familiar faces — Woody Harrelson, Mariel Hemingway among them– and the sense that they are reading, gives a useful distance to the direct witnessing of the survivors’ stories and the sequences of rape, burning and killing. They calm us, as it were, allow us to get our breath without suppressing what we have seen. And, in their own witnessing-by-reading they give us the very little light that seeps out of such horrors: that a few brave people, over and over again in history can make a difference. By their actions — sometimes in daily confrontations with Japanese soldiers– tens of thousands of lives were saved. The elderly Chinese, speaking of them and weeping at the memory, call them heaven sent, and angels of survival.

The memories of elderly Japanese men who were part of the invading murdering army are disturbing in their own right, as there is so little repentance, so little self reflection at what they had participated in. The age-old war cry — “Everyone was doing it. I had no choice!” — is offered in exculpation. We see a few rabid nationalists in full denial, familiar to us from our own homegrown apologists for torture and targeting civilians in war.

A terrible moment in history told in a way to help us absorb it. Two other films, Chinese productions, have also been made of the Nanking massacre. I haven’t seen either nor are they readily available in the U.S.. Some commentators seem to have found copies on e-bay or gotten them from over-seas vendors: “Black Sun: The Nanking Massacre,” 1995, and “Nanjing, 1937.”

For an interesting account of how this film came to be made — a direct result of one man reading of the suicide of Iris Chang and then reading her book — see the website of “Nanking,” here.

For more about the International Committee for the Nanking Safety Zone see here. For the Nanking Massacre, here, and of course “Chang’s book.

Rough Guide to Climate Change

Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
Rough Guide Climate Change

Jeff Masters at the wunderground likes this book.

If you’re bewildered by the complexity of the climate change/global warming issue, and want a comprehensive, easy-to-understand guide that presents an unbiased view of the important issues, look no further than Robert Henson’s Rough Guide to Climate Change.