The book
Charles Darwin lived a fascinating and fortunate life. His writing changed our understanding of ourselves and the world around us. Paul Johnson puts new thoughts in my head about this important man. I like the brevity of the book. It stimulated my thinking in exactly the way I want a book to do so.
The subject
Darwin radically influenced his culture. He was also, by all accounts, a nice guy, which is a wonderful relief from the many famous Influencer biographies that reveal their subjects were horrible people. Johnson recognizes the equal roles of Darwin’s methodical study, and the perfect timing of his birth in a wealthy family:
[During the voyage of the Beagle] His father supplied him with ample funds, which enabled him to hire Syms Covington as a valet-assistant at £60 a year (then a huge salary for a servant) and to ensure that all his specimens and notes were periodically sent back to England during the long voyage by the safest and most expeditious route.
Darwin’s book The Origin of Species makes for compelling reading, 164 years after it’s first publication. I wish everyone would read it, before forming a strong opinion about his ideas. Alas, humans are wired to pop off emotionally, not to learn before pontificating.
The author
I met the writing of Paul Johnson when my book club chose “Intellectuals: From Marx and Tolstoy to Sartre and Chomsky.” Incidentally, that book would be more properly titled, “Intellectuals: Why I Hate Them.” Johnson makes no pretense at impartiality; he’s writing to propagate his opinions about history. This both invigorates his writing and regularly steers it off the road; both occur in “Darwin: Portrait of a genius.” I followed that initial reading with Modern Times, A History of the Jews and A History of Christianity.
The subject’s ideas
The theory of evolution is much more than an argument against the Book of Genesis. It’s the only framework we’ve discovered for truly understanding ourselves and our world, but our primitive brains rarely get that far. Accept it or reject it, most people do not understand evolution. We think we do, but we don’t. The Theory touches too many emotional hot buttons to be tolerated.
Several times, in conversation with modern, secular, college graduates, I stated the obvious, that we were the products of our ancestors’ mating. My respondents immediately protested that some people did not care about sex. I said asexual individuals were irrelevant in this process; we were not their descendants. We were the descendants of horny people. My secular friends resisted this mild observation with all the fury of the orthodox. A few allowed me to get further, explaining women’s demonstrated preference for tall men, for example, but none agreed with it. A consistent force in human nature is at work here.
In his Memoirs, Giacomo Casanova relates a story from his childhood, early in the 18th century, when he traveled by river, from Venice to Padua:
The bed was too low for me to see the land; I could see through the window only the tops of the trees along the river. The boat was sailing with such an even movement that I could not realize the fact of our moving, so that the trees, which, one after the other, were rapidly disappearing from my sight, caused me an extreme surprise. “Ah, dear mother!” I exclaimed, “what is this? the trees are walking!” . . . my mother, heaving a great sigh, told me, in a tone of deep pity, “The boat is moving, the trees are not. Now dress yourself.”
I understood at once the reason of the phenomenon. “Then it may be,” said I, “that the sun does not move, and that we, on the contrary, are revolving from west to east.” At these words my good mother fairly screamed. M. Grimani pitied my foolishness, and I remained dismayed, grieved, and ready to cry.
Something in us repells any indication that we’re not the center of things, or that we can’t control our destinies. Whether from ignorance or aversion or both, few people have the mental capacity to contemplate the work of evolution in forming their being. They don’t know and they don’t want to know. I fear that improved education may never overcome this widespread resistance.
The author’s antagonism toward the subject’s ideas
Paul Johnson is such an individual. Throughout the book, Johnson signals that he must discredit Darwin, who was, after all, just one more contemptible “Intellectual.” Johnson never reveals what I believe to be the root cause of these attacks; he is religious and evolution defeats his Christian doctrine. Don’t bother listing Christians who say they accept it; they literally don’t know what they’re admitting. Evolution and Christianity are not compatible; Darwin knew it, his supporters knew it, his detractors knew it. Reconciling the two explanations was not possible in the 19th century, nor is it possible in the 21st.
Unable or unwilling to argue that Darwin’s theory is false, Johnson runs behind, biting his heels. Maybe it’s true, but the theory is flawed, incomplete, and it directly caused wholesale human slaughter.
Origin, then, was a cleverly written, superbly presented, and even a cunningly judged book, and quite apart from its veracity deserved to have an enormous impact and sell widely. But it was, and is, open to one objection. . . . His emotions convinced him that the “horror scenario” was the way nature operated, and he imparted this feeling to his book. The result, in the long term, was to have malign, even catastrophic, consequences.
At no time reading Origin did I receive it as a “horror scenario,” but that’s beside the point. And what is the point, you ask? Answering this question:
Is.
It.
True?
Spoiler alert: The answer is “yes.” See Jerry Coyne, “Why Evolution Is True.”
Two thirds of the book [The Descent of Man] deals with the role of sex in natural selection. Darwin had become uneasily aware that natural selection, though generally true, did not cover man comprehensively and would not stand up as the sole explanation. He decided to bolster it by examining the way in which mating is decided by either the male or the female or both.
Natural selection does “cover man comprehensively” and sexual selection is part of natural selection, not a force outside it.
In the twentieth century, it is likely that over 100 million people were killed or starved to death as a result of totalitarian regimes infected with varieties of social Darwinism. But then Darwin himself had always insisted on the high percentage of destruction involved in breeding, whether of seeds, embryos, births, of even mature birds, mammals, and species in general.
By this he means that communists and national socialists sometimes justified their brutal re-engineering of society, citing Darwin’s theory. If we take this accusation seriously, what are we to do? Outlaw all discussion of natural selection because it might inspire mass murder? If so, he’s not the first person to suggest this idiotic solution to troublesome ideas. In Samuel Butler’s late 19th century parody, “Erewhon Revisited,” a man returns to a primitive remote country many years after his first visit, to discover the locals now venerate him as a god. When he insists he is not, they urge him to remain quiet, lest the country turn wicked without its worship of him. [summary by Mark R. Kelly]
If Darwin were disproved in the early 20th century, would Hitler, Stalin, Mao and Pol Pot have given up their plans to reorder their countries through violence? Would these men have joined the Order of Saint Francis instead? I don’t think anyone believes that; we are not living in Erewhon. Again our first question can’t be “what will people do with this theory?” but rather
Is.
It.
True?
And finally, but most interestingly
Johnson combines his “Darwinism = mass murder” claims with a related objection: If Darwin was right, then our existence is empty of “purpose.”
Although the process whereby durable mountains are sorted out from broken ones may be physically different from the sorting out of vegetable and organic matter, both are part of selection by nature. Once this is grasped, it is hard to see any moral purpose in nature or indeed any purpose at all. We come under exactly the same fundamental rules as a piece of rock. Nature grinds on but without object or purpose or rationale, long- or short-term. There is no point whatsoever in existence. Nonexistence is just as significant. Or rather, nothing whatsoever signifies. The result is nihilism.
I like this objection, because it brings to the fore the question of what “purpose” is and where it comes from. Let’s ask ourselves these questions, before resenting Darwin because he took our purpose away. I submit that purpose was never found in nature; that’s not where purpose is generated. Both purpose and meaning happen in us, when we respond to nature.
Our experience arrives without purpose or meaning, and that’s a good thing. We receive a gift, an opportunity, to invest our lives with meaning and purpose. Purpose imposed from outside isn’t actually possible, and a moment’s consideration convinces us, we wouldn’t want it to be possible. Hitler gave Germany a purpose, “Expand the Fatherland.” Stalin gave Russia a purpose, “Dictatorship of the proletariat.” There’s your purpose, do you want it? Of course not. Even if the source were benign, you wouldn’t want anyone else to invest your experience with purpose, in the same way you don’t want to buy new luggage, only to find someone else’s used clothing inside.