What a fascinating book and what a life. I have been utterly engrossed with this book, and at various points I've been charmed, furious and heartbroken. Many, many years ago (probably more than I want to admit) I remember watching the Sigourney Weaver film Gorillas in the Mist. I was a child at the time so I don't remember much in detail. No doubt the film didn't cover as much as this well-written book, but even so I have learned a lot about her life and also about decades of gorilla conservation in Rwanda. It's interestingly told, through a lot of research on Mowat's part, told through his own voice and also from many, many excerpts of Dian's own journal entries and letters. There are certain parties that do not come across very well in this story. Aware that there are always two sides to every story, I am curious in a way to know what Harcourt, Kelly, and that V-B couple would have to say about the events. I doubt they were blameless, but whether they were as dreadful as Dian believed is hard to tell. Their opinions don't really feature in this book apart from two quotes right at the end, one from Kelly and one from the guy of the V-B couple, and they both essentially say that Dian got what was coming to her, was a crap scientist and it was utterley her own fault that she was butchered up in the mountains of Rwanda. Hardly an expert though I am, I am disinclined to agree and go more with Mowat's feelings that it was all tied in with the fact that she was a thorn in any mass tourism venture getting going, and that she had just been granted a two year visa (before then she had to fight for every visa and only got a couple of months at a time). Also I wonder about the fact that some of the recent natural-death gorilla autopsies were showing up hookworm, a parasite that the gorillas were picking up from the influx of tourists. It seemed that other parties wanted to hush hush this all up.
Dian Fossey was an American, who had no formal academic background to do a scientific study on gorillas in advance - a fact that seemed to have given other academics fuel to automatically look down their noses at her. She had worked with disabled children, and taken out a loan in her early thirties to go to Africa for a few weeks to travel around. During this time she first met Dr Leaky, who got her into the mountain gorillas and helped sort out the funding so she could start a study up in the mountains. She started off in the Congo but when the political situation fell apart she went across into Rwanda and set up her base Karisoke, in the mountains. She and a long line of uni students from all over the world studied the various gorilla groups in the area and to a greater or lesser extent fought back against the poachers. Dian also did her university studies and got her doctorate, did lecture tours and wrote books, but many never seemed to take her seriously. She ended up murdered by a machete whack that split her skull, and I'm not sure if they ever figured out who had killed her. Certainly not when this book went to print.
Dian was a fascinating woman. I was inspired by the fact that she didn't start on this life's work until she was in her mid thirties. I hear foolish things about if you've not started on your path in your twenties, it isn't going to happen. Not that thirty is old, but it is good to hear these stories of you're never too old. She wasn't a people person, and really I think part of what the problems stemmed from is that she wanted to be up in those mountains with her gorillas, isolated and alone. She didn't want to share. And as more academics, and to be blunt, some really bad egomaniacs got involved, everyone wanted to put their stamp on it. And she didn't want to share, so she turned into this mad, crotcherty old woman who rubbed most people up the wrong way. No one is perfect, and I think she did have the best of intentions at heart. She certainly put conservation ahead of data collection, and really fought against the poachers... going too far really by retaliating and burning the poacher's posessions. Me I'd be wondering about re-education and trying to get everyone to appreciate it's better to have the gorillas alive, but I'm an idealist sitting in my armchair in the UK. She really stuck it out there despite her dreadful health, the real hate and lies that were spread about her, and the attitude problems of some of these egotistical young students that came to study. And they were so certain they'd do a better job of looking after the site than she would, yet when Harcourt and Kelly took over for a year or two whilst Dian was in America, the poacher patrols essentially stopped, the camp fell into disrepair and most of the camp tools and supplies were stolen.
I can relate to Dian's need to get away from people and to the mountains. There are days when I could happily move to a little island and have nothing more to do with the human race. But here is a story that shows you can never escape office politics and back stabbing. Even stuck up a mountain in Rwanda, with only a few students coming and going, there are politics and bitching, egos that want to be fed... I also found the details of all the fundraising interesting and depressing. Dian set up the Digit fund to pay for the poacher patrols. But this got jumbled up with Harcourt's Mountain Gorilla Fund which was all about the tourism. People were donating masses of money, thinking it was going to help Dian's work, but she never saw a penny of it and it all went to Harcourt. It makes you think that when you give these donations, a lot of the time you never really know where the money is going, and if it will do any good.
And the gorillas. They were charming. We get to know the different gorilla family groups, and from time, patience, and experience of working with problem children, Dian gets a dialogue of sorts going with the Gorillas, who actually accept her as this odd creatures bimbling around in the jungle and appearing now and then. When she's been away in America for a year or two, and then comes back, it's so wonderful to see the gorillas do a double take when they see her, and then delightedly come and sit with her and pet her. They remember her and are pleased to see her. Digit, who was one of her favourites, she first 'met' when he was just a fluffy ball, and saw him grow up. So sweet when she was sat a bit away in the rain observing the family group, and Digit came to sit with her. She was devastated when he was butchered by poachers, his head and hands taken to sell to the tourists. It was so sad to read. In fact, the western world has a lot to be accountable for here. If the tourists and zoos weren't after these things, would the poachers even bother with the gorillas? Early on Dian has to look after two young gorillas whose entire family group was butchered (this happened when the poachers wanted to kidnap the babies)... because a zoo in Cologne had said they wanted gorillas in their collection. It's just disgusting. How is this conservation? And the Spanish come out as a particularly malignant zoo organisation, getting snotty and demanding to be allowed all over the mountains to learn about the gorillas (ie how to deal with them when they get them into their zoo).
Pretty big mix of emotions in this book, and a lot of issues to take in. It's a few years old now, Dian Fossey being murdered at the end of 1985, but I don't suppose all these problems have magically gone away since then.