"What's a harangue?"
"Well, a harangue," said Mr. Powell, "it's sort of – well, if I make a very intense, excited sort of speech, about animals or something – "
Well, I've been harangued thoroughly by mr. Adams on the subject of scientific experiments on animals. [not a spoiler] Adams is clearly against it, in all circumstances.
An author is of course entitled to be passionate about his subject, it's even a desirable trait, and I am a big fan of several of his other novels. But with "The Plague Dogs" he sort of lost me with his extremely negative portrait of a research station where all the projects mentioned are not only trivial, but sadistic and gratuitously offensive. Kind of like Richard Dawkins with his fierce attacks on religion, Adams refuses to see any benefit from the practice and believes hyperbole is a good tool to make his point. The scientists are all incompetents or callous brutes, compared repeatedly to Nazis, emperor Nero or wildlife poachers. I understand the need to make the reader feel sympathy for the victims, especially the two dogs who are effectively tortured for useless experimental data, but such blatant manipulation of information is a major turnoff for me. I guess I should have put the book down once I saw where it was headed, but I do like Adams as a storyteller, and I am always curious to see where a story is headed once I started it.
Freedom – that consuming goal above doubt or criticism, desired as moths desire the candle or emigrants the distant continent waiting to parch them in its deserts or drive them to madness in its bitter winters! Freedom, that land where rogues, at every corner, cozen with lies and promises the plucky sheep who judged it time to sack the Shepherd!
Rowf and Snitter are two of the animals subject to experiments but, being more resourceful that their mates in the cages, they manage to escape from the concentration camp / research station in an epic struggle that the author describes in terms echoing the style of Dante's 'Inferno'. But the hard won freedom is not at all what they expected to find. The Lake District in Northern England may be a tourist paradise in summer, but at the tail end of autumn it is a harsh place for survival and for escaping pursue. Most of the novel is an extremely detailed description of the dog's struggle to find food on the high moors, with side chapters detailing the actions of the local shepherds, baffled scientists, shady politicians and the efforts of the yellow press to turn the story into a series of sensationalist articles. The person responsible for attaching the 'plague' appellation to the escapees is another malicious caricature of an investigative reporter: Digby Driver – Privacy, reticence and human worth melted before him like ghosts at cockcrow.
"It's emotions that sell popular newspapers, old boy, not logical arguments, as you very well know."
Adams himself is in the business of selling emotions, and I bought it wholesale in "Watership Down", but this time around I found it very hard to swallow the clear divide between black (scientists, press, politicians) and white (the dogs mostly, with a wild fox thrown in for a dig at traditional hunts).
On the plus side : the love for nature is evident in the lengthy descriptions of the Lake District; the plot sort of holds together in the end; the attempts to created a dog's mythology are occasionally funny:
"O mutton-bones, chicken and cheese,
they're things that are certain to please,
but what I like the most
is a jolly lamp-post"
On the minus side: the lecture was extremely slow, with the same descriptions of nature slowing the pacing considerably and with the local dialect used by both humans and animals too thick even for me, who loves to read Scottish and Irish novels for the local slang; I did feel for the struggle of the two animals, but the push from the author in the direction he wanted me to go was I felt heavy-handed.
I think that for ordinary, non-specialist people, a certain amount of anthropomorphism's probably useful in helping them to arrive at feeling and sympathy for animals.
Conclusion: disappointment of the year for me from a favorite author, but your mileage might vary. Adams remains a gifted storyteller, but I got the feeling he is one of those people who would want 'me' to stop going to the zoo, or to the circus or to enjoy my foie-gras because it is against 'his' convictions.