Elephants are edible. Strangely, however, I have never taken part in the eating of one, whether as a direct participant or a mere spectator, I who have eaten dogs, bats, monitor lizards, birds, snakes, and other reptiles. Not even on TV, on that show by the bald American who says if it looks good, eat it.
In fact, prior to this book, I didn't know that some people eat elephant meat. And after I was done reading, I still did not know what is elephant meat called, like pork is to pig.
Morel. That's that name of the Frenchman here. He had to be French because the author is French. Survivor of a Nazi death camp, he goes to Africa, wages a seemingly futile campaign, with his small band of misfits, to stop the wholesale killings of elephants.
So many hunting, and haunting, images. But I had wished the author had done more research, and brought the elephants closer to my eyes. Not just them wailing, dying by the hundreds, machine-gunned en masse for their tusks. I would have liked, too, a more dramatic ending. Like Morel, escaping death in the hands of his tormentors, facing a stampede of a horde of these giant creatures, arms wide open like a crucified Christ, embracing his end with all his love. Thus, the missing star.
So many haunting thoughts too. Do we make other living beings extinct because we are not human beings yet? Do we need them, need to be friends with them, so we can complete our evolution? When we save creatures like elephants from extinction do we save ourselves too? And is there any point at all in this when extinction is anyway a fate that is shared by all, including man himself?
Morel says that all he wants is for elephants to be saved. But others read hidden motives in this. Maybe he's just using elephants as a symbol, a way to turn world opinion against Western colonial powers in Africa. And, indeed, which is more important, that the African nations be finally free, or that the elephants continue to roam their lands?
One character here says that animals like the elephants hinder Africa's development and keep it poor. That people from the Western countries protest their wholesale killings and the sale of ivory only because they already enjoy the comforts of highly-developed societies and would want to keep Africa and its elephants only as some kind of a zoo.
Are you a "nature lover"? Do you agree with the international ban on ivory trade? Do you somehow feel a kind of spiritual or metaphysical kinship with these marvelous pachyderms? Do you read novels like All Creatures Great and Small? If given a chance would you like to be a member of, or at least make contributions to, the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals?
If you answer affirmatively and enthusiastically to the above then I'd like you to imagine one morning, when you wake up, you find your cars and all the other cars of your neighbors and fellow city-dwellers had become elephants; your well-paved streets and highways had become vast savannahs with their shrubberies and greens; the buildings had become giant trees; your concrete-and-glass house had become a grass hut, no more faucet and running water because your city reservoirs had become wonderful lakes and rivers, and for you to bathe inside your house you have to go to them, only a kilometer walk away, with your pails, to fetch water, avoiding areas where crocodiles hang out.
So you, the nature lover, magically now has nature surrounding you. Would you not get your gun and begin shooting these damn elephants so you can get their precious ivory tusks, sell them, become rich, and live in New York?