This is the story of one man's dream, and how he achieved it. But it is no fairy story, although there is a happy ending of sorts.
Benjamin Mee is a journalist, with a talent for making what must have been a traumatic and nerve-racking experience sound both entertaining and poignant. This is his true account of how he bought a failing ramshackle zoo, with the aim of rescuing and re-opening it to the public. There are about two hundred animals now in his care, in the revamped Dartmoor Zoological Park. His favourites are perhaps a couple of Brazilian tapirs, but there's also Vlad, a Siberian tiger who loves trying to lick the author's hand through the fence, a bear called Fudge, with five inch claws which need regular trimming, not to mention a schizophrenic ostrich on Prozac.
These are some of the animals the reader will meet in the book but it has to be said that it takes a long time to meet them. Also, there are very few chapters in the book, with only a very few breaks within these chapters. The overall structure of the book could be improved for a more accessible read. It has a few black and white photos, but again, this could be improved. Why so few? Or why include any at all? It seems as though the publishers could not really decide whether or not it was a good idea to include them.
Benjamin Mee does not pull any punches in his narrative. It is an honest account, and at times he clearly kept going through sheer willpower, against overwhelming odds, and some might say against all common sense too. He comes across as a true individual, someone who is equally at home with a pick-axe, knocking down an old concrete structure (especially if he could visualise the bank manager's face whilst he was doing it) planning a new enclosure for his animals, or reading the latest scientific journals to ascertain the likelihood of whether the latest clinical trials to combat his wife's brain tumour would have any chance of success. He has certainly had a chequered past with diverse experiences, and although this has clearly stood him in good stead in one sense, it has sometimes been a disadvantage in earning the respect of professionals - of one type or another. He is, however, disarming and modest, coming across as a bit of a "bodger", with a talent for writing episodes with wry humour, often making them very entertaining.
Benjamin Mee started adult life as a bricklayer and decorator, whilst being interested in learning and writing about animal intelligence. He went on to study psychology at University College, London and then later an MSc in Science Journalism. He followed this path for a while, as an editor of a Health magazine and a Guardian columnist, but his overriding interest in animals surfaced, and at the start of the book we find him living with his wife and children in the South of France. He was 46 when he decided to go freelance. His wife, Katherine, had given up her job as an art director on a magazine and they had sold their flat in Primrose Hill, North London. Mee juggled writing with renovating and converting their two barns there, and writing a book on the Evolution of Humour in Man and Animals. His life seemed to have been relaxed and almost idyllic. But ...
In June 2004 Katherine was diagnosed with a grade-four glioblastoma brain tumour. She completed a course of chemotherapy but her doctors warned her and Benjamin that the tumour would return. She did in fact have to undergo treatment for it more than once. In the earlier part of the book the narrative veers off into diagnosis, possible treatments and trials, as Benjamin Mee uses his experience and knowledge to investigate every possible avenue of treatment for his wife. Although it's a moving and absorbing narrative, if you were expecting an anecdotal romp featuring zoo animals, you might be rather taken aback by this part.
As we read on, we realise that not only is the author quite unusual in his experience, but must be a very persuasive man. For he was not only to plod on doggedly with fighting various doctors to find treatment for his wife, and to advise his mother, who was newly widowed, but also to incorporate and fight for what might be a once in a lifetime opportunity. Benjamin Mee's sister Melissa, had come across an estate agent's brochure for Dartmoor Wildlife Park, which was for sale at the same asking price – £1.2 million – as their mother Amelia’s home. Knowing of Benjamin's lifelong fascination with animals, Melissa posted the brochure to him in France with a note, "Your dream scenario".
Instantly all his priorities changed. Benjamin Mee set about persuading his 76-year-old mother that it would be a good idea to downsize and sell the Surrey home in which he and his three brothers and sister had grown up. It turned out to be quite easy. For her 73rd birthday Amelia had spent a day as a big cat keeper, and she loved the idea of owning a zoo. Benjamin Mee also persuaded his brother Duncan and their other siblings to come in with the plan. They all agreed that the zoo would be a wonderful project for Amelia to be part of, and each put their £50,000 inheritance into the pot, agreeing to decide later who would move into the 12-bedroom house with Amelia. It was slightly more difficult, however, to convince his wife Katherine.
Initially Katherine was resistant, as she had already given up a high-profile magazine job in London, and agreed to sell their London flat to move to France so that Benjamin Mee could write a book. They had been happily settled for two years, he was still writing the book and converting their two barns - and now he had another mad idea to buy a zoo. Eventually though, after he had stayed in England and pursued the sale for a few months, she agreed to leave their home in France, and move their young family back to England to live with his extended family.
It was not plain sailing, however and the first half of the book does get rather bogged down in all the minutiae of difficulties of raising available funds to purchase the zoo, and be allowed a permit to develop it again. Even the seller of the zoo had to be persuaded to part with his "baby" even though he had fallen foul of the authorities throughout the zoo's existence on several occasions. He had followed his own eccentric ideas, which did not always conform to regulations. For instance, even to this day, the zoo is not allowed to breed from the tiger, because the previous owner did not properly monitor the mating between his animals, and as a result most of the big cats are genetically related.
In addition, the zoo had fallen into such disrepair in later years that it was hazardous and dangerous for all concerned, not least the animals themselves. Everyone concerned was beginning to lose heart. There were six members of staff working at the zoo when Benjamim Mee took on the project. All were unpaid and had been doing out of their own pockets.
If the reader is expecting an anecdotal book on animals, with information about different species and animal behaviour to be gained along the way, then all the background information, and details about the family's life in France, and about how Benjamin Mee's family raised the money to finally buy the zoo, all seem a bit off the point. There are dramas and stresses throughout, not only financial when bank after bank seemed to let them down, but also family rifts. Incredibly, his brother Henry, who was the executor of his father's will, switched sides and mounted a legal challenge to stop the purchase. An agreement was finally reached, but Henry withdrew his £50,000 investment, which the project could ill afford.
Even when all these problems were finally overcome, they needed money to keep all the animals fed and all the staff - many of whom were new - paid. And before the zoo could be opened to the public, they had to going to the council office to make sure they had passed all the tests councils require. The zoo's attempt to gain a licence was another hard battle to be fought. The council had said that the zoo's rotten fence posts and faulty electric fences were not safe and the pathways had become unwalkable. There was all the knowledge of the zoo's earlier reputation to contend with too, especially locally. For a long time they had hard work, severe stresses and overheads without any income. And at every new stage of development, a whole set of new problems would emerge.
For instance, one afternoon in October 2006, four days after opening, Benjamin Mee was sitting in the kitchen, when his brother ran in shouting, "A big cat has escaped. This is not a drill." A 150lb jaguar was on the loose. An inexperienced keeper had not bolted the enclosure correctly and Sovereign, the leopard, had jumped into the neighbouring enclosure, intent on fighting Tammy, the Siberian tiger. It looked as if one of Benjamin Mee's first tasks as a zoo director would have to be to decide which animal to shoot dead. Fortunately Tammy's keeper managed to coax her back into her house and lock her inside. Benjamin Mee and a couple of keepers stayed outside waiting for an anaesthetic dart gun to arrive from another zoo, and the next day Sovereign was sedated and returned to his enclosure. (The keeper was fired.)
At this stage Benjamin Mee needed 60,000 visitors a year to break even. But tasks such as dealing with a rat infestation at £9,000, finding £3,000 a week for utility bills, animal feed and staff wages, £500,000 to make urgent repairs before he would be allowed to let the paying public back in and so on, were clearly not the only kind of problems he was to face. The jaguar's escape was the first time he realised there were always going to be lives at stake. On another occasion before the zoo opened Parker, one of the wolves, escaped. There was a frantic hunt involving armed police, and eventually Parker was caught in a quarry two miles away.
As well as this catalogue of disasters, there is a lot of medical information, disappointments and sadness. We have known from the start that there is a tragic element to the story, and that Benjamin Mee's wife Katherine would be discovered to have a brain tumour. She is present in the book in a background role well into the second half, when with great irony, after the massive project was finally completed, Katherine died. Benjamin Mee was then not only a single father to two young children, Milo and Ella, but also responsible for a whole "family" of animals, plus the staff at the zoo. The old-handers and newly trained incoming keepers did not get on.
When they eventually opened in July, it was the wettest for 100 years, and the following three summers were hardly any better. Benjamin Mee needed 1,000 visitors a day, yet it was not unusual to get a mere four people. For a long time he was still in financial straits. His monthly bills were £47,000 for wages, amenities and food. He was constantly worrying that the zoo simply wouldn't survive long enough for the projected film to come out.
There was a T.V. series about the zoo called "Ben's Zoo", and this provided much-needed funds. In 2007 cameras showed an increasingly desperate Mee begging a bank manager for money, saying, "The wolves are at the door…" and, with his trademark humour, pausing to add, "… literally." This book, We Bought a Zoo, was published in 2008. A year later 20th Century Fox bought the rights, and brought Cameron Crowe on board to direct a film starring Matt Damon and Scarlett Johansson.
The film is very different. It is relocated to California, America, and Benjamin's wife does not feature. The story starts after she has died, when the character of Benjamin Mee is coming to terms with his new life as a widower and single father. The film focusses initially on the spiky relationship between him and his brother. In the film, the main character Benjamin has a job as a journalist, which in the turmoil of his grief he walks out of. Other differences entail some of the keepers who are different characters, and there is a romantic element which is not present in the book. Some of the animal episodes are there however, and the film is true to the "heart" of the book.
Throughout the book, despite its faults of construction and focus, the writer's talent shines through. He is engaging, has both charm and determined optimism. It make for quite an uplifting read, very honest, poignant and moving, quirkily humorous, yet revealing a genuine concern for both the individual animals, and the good of the species. The authors's heroes are Gerald Durrell and David Attenborough, and the reader can see that he tries to put all their principles into practice, and also develop new knowledge and good practice in the field on his own account.
Dartmoor Zoological Park itself is still in its infancy. It has homemade laminated signs, and the Mee house is right in the centre of the park, with no ropes or fences segregating it from the public. Recently, however, the zoo has been given a pair of endangered white-naped cranes, and also accepted onto a breeding programme, monitored by the European Association of Zoos and Aquaria. Conservation is Benjamin Mee's passion. Dartmoor Zoological Park has three Siberian tigers and in the wild there are now fewer than 40. Benjamin Mee has said,
"I don't particularly like looking at animals behind wire. But, as a zoo director, I understand that it is absolutely essential that we keep them there. We can build up a broad genetic population in zoos and then if we can work out a way to regain an area the size of Siberia, just for tigers, then we can re-release them."
In addition to looking after Dilys, "an alpaca with the brains of a rocking horse", the African lion "lazybones" Solomon, and Gilly the dainty, elderly serval, Benjamin Mee clearly still has a dream to fulfil.