The Weekend
Australian
September 11, 2004
REVIEW;
Books; Pg. B12
Bark,
with some bite
BY:
James Jeffrey
A psychologist argues that romanticising animals, even dolphins, is not good
for
them -- or for us
Do
Animals Think?
By
Clive D.L. Wynne, Princeton University Press, 262pp, $48.95
WRITING
about animals in a manner that's anything other than favourable can
be a
tricky proposition, as I was reminded last year when a reader thoughtfully
called
for my demise. I'd penned a column about Australia's appalling roadkill
problem,
foolishly thinking irony would be the best approach.
Well. The response to the piece -- mainly musings about how roadkill tours
would
be a brilliant new facet to the tourism diamond -- was frank and robust.
This
was especially the case with a wildlife protection group in Victoria that,
equipped
with an appreciation of irony the way Saturn is equipped with ice-cream
parlours,
suggested the best course of action would be my immediate death.
It was with all this in mind that I thought psychology professor Clive Wynne
was
displaying gonads of reasonable heft by provocatively naming his book Do
Animals
Think?. The simple act of framing it as a question -- leaving open the
possibility
that the answer might be no -- has surely left him open to a fatwa
or at
least some severe disgruntlement.
The short version of Wynne's answer is yes, but beasts do it differently.
For all
the similarities, the differences are far greater but "things don't have
to be
like us to be important to us". His approach is the polar opposite to
writers
such as Jeffrey Masson, who want to emphasise the similarities and
reduce
the sense of otherness in the hope that it will make humans less inclined
to harm
animals (wishful thinking in light of what humans are willing to do to
each
other).
Wynne gets busy laying a boot into all the fudging, fantasy and dodgy
research
through the years that have morphed into accepted knowledge, whether it
's
theories about consciousness in animals, self-awareness tests involving
mirrors
and apes or studies into the communication abilities of dolphins. He
argues
that while animals' abilities are perfectly suited to their environments
and the
sorts of lives they lead, humans have tended to leap over facts in their
enthusiasm
to bridge the gap, crediting animals with a complexity of skills they
don't
possess and, in some cases, romanticising them. Dolphins are just one
example
that clearly sticks in Wynne's craw. He says we've done them a
disservice
by virtually canonising the species and thinking of them as carefree
hobbits
of the sea, whereas in reality -- as magnificent as they are -- they can
be
bastards to each other and the males are happy to indulge in gang rape.
But Do Animals Think? isn't simply an exercise in debunking or a rant
against
anthropomorphisers -- it's also a plea to humans to admire other species
on
their own terms. Great chunks of the book are almost a hymn to the
astonishing
abilities possessed by many animals and the utter alienness of the
sensory
universes they inhabit. Wynne doesn't bother trying to rein in his
enthusiasm,
whether he's writing about bees or bats.
(Not everyone feels the same way. Auberon Waugh is quoted here, railing in a
fit of
cantankerous ignorance in a letter to a newspaper against attempts to
stop
endangered bat species in Britain from reaching the full stop of
extinction.
"I do not suppose that there are more than a couple of hundred
people
who could give a hoot if every bat in the kingdom dropped down dead.
"I, for one, would rejoice. ... Like horseflies, they have absolutely
nothing
to recommend them. They are dirty, smelly and frightening." The bats are
at
least safe from Waugh's attentions now.)
Every chapter yields a treasure trove of startling facts. Did you know that
the
sonar squeaks of bats are as loud as a jet aircraft landing, and it's only
the
fact that their frequency is too high for our eardrums that save the night
from being
a total cacophany?
Do Animals Think? is also liberally stuffed with a cast of intriguing and/or
bewildering
humans, such as the 18th-century Italian bishop whose pioneering
research
with bats involved blinding them with hot pokers, and Prussian
chimpanzee
researcher Wolfgang Kohler who, during his stint with captive apes in
the
Canary Islands during World War I, helped out the German military machine
with
his observations of Allied shipping.
Even cartoonist Gary Larson -- loved by zoologists of all stripes -- gets
something
of a backhanded guernsey. "Quite where his sharp insights into the
limitations
of animal communications come from is a mystery to me," writes Wynne.
He occasionally stumbles (the section on the ability of animals to suffer
brought
on a coughing fit) and sometimes comes across as a slightly tetchy and
impatient
teacher. ("Of course we can't consider plants conscious. If you don't
agree
that plants can't be conscious, then your concept of what it means to be
conscious
is just so different from mine that there is little point our
continuing
to discuss thematter.")
But it would be a hardened dogmatist indeed who failed to be at least a
little
swept up by Wynne's voracious, omnivorous curiosity. His book should at
the
very least serve as fuel for a debate rather than a fatwa.