[Paleopsych] TLS: (John Gray) David Marquand: Not for posterity
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The Times Literary Supplement, 2.11.22
http://the-tls.co.uk/archive/story.aspx?story_id=2076416&window_type=print
STRAW DOGS. Thoughts on humans and other animals. John Gray. 246pp.
Granta Books. £12.99. 1 86207 512 3.
John Gray is the Prince Rupert of British political theory. Not for
him the cautious qualifications, nice distinctions and pedestrian
prose of his professional peers. He writes as he talks, with the
exhilarating, high-risk urgency of a cavalry charge: he is apt to
gallop so fast and so far that his followers can't keep up, but that
is a small price to pay for his unquenchable intellectual vitality.
His thinking has followed a remarkable trajectory, full of dazzling
jumps and unexpected changes of direction. In the 1980s he was an
ornament of the Thatcherite New Right, not, I suspect, because he
agreed with its politics or economics, but because he shared its
contempt for the old elites of Tory tradition. By the early 1990s, he
was shifting towards a characteristically lonely and unclassifiable
version of the social liberalism that Tony Blair tried and failed to
incorporate in the New Labour big tent. At the end of the decade he
published a biting, prophetic critique of the simplistic market
fundamentalism which then seemed to be carrying all before it.
Gray has now made a more dramatic turn. His most recent book has
nothing to do with politics in any normal sense of the word. It is an
anguished meditation on human nature, humanity's place in the natural
world, the looming ecological crisis, the emptiness of the Western
philosophical tradition and the hollowness of what our culture sees as
progress. It mingles brilliance, perversity and throbbing pain. It
puts forward no thesis, and makes no attempt to develop a case or to
answer possible objections. It is a collection of terse, aphoristic
observations, varying in length from a few sentences to a few pages,
loosely arranged under six rather arbitrary headings. The mood and
tone - the harsh, almost self-flagellatory language and occasional
flashes of savage irony - are more revealing than the content.
Despite the absence of formal structure, however, it is not difficult
to disentangle three overarching themes. The first and most obvious is
a mixture of revulsion and contempt for what Gray calls humanism - the
belief, inherited from Christianity, that human beings differ
qualitatively and radically from all other animals. From that comes
the associated belief that we belong to the only species that can
master its destiny: that scientific and technological progress will
enable us to escape from the limits that constrain our animal kin and
"to control our environment and flourish as never before". This, says
Gray, is faith, not science. It is a distinctly moth-eaten faith. The
truth, irrefutably demonstrated by Darwin, is that we are part of the
animal kingdom -like other species, the adventitious result of "blind
evolutionary drift", no more capable of mastering our destiny than
whales or gorillas. In Darwin's time, religious fundamentalists made
desperate attempts to deny that truth. Today's humanists do the same.
Their faith in progress is simply the old Christian faith in salvation
dressed up in superficially modern clothes. It is another way of
denying our animal status and our evolutionary contingency. The same
is true of the Green vision of an enlightened humanity living in
harmony with nature and acting as the stewards of the earth's
resources. That too is another, and equally deceptive, version of
Christian millenarianism. It presupposes a qualitative gulf between
ourselves, the prospective stewards, and other animals, the
prospective stewarded. No such gulf exists.
Much of this seems to me well said, but it is not as novel as Gray
seems to think. Simplistic faith in technological progress may still
flourish on the wilder shores of popular science, but it no longer
runs with the grain of the times. As for our animal status, and our
inability to step outside the limits of our genetic inheritance, these
Darwinian legacies are rapidly becoming part of the conventional
wisdom of the age. Gray's second theme is another matter. Straw Dogs
is saturated with a Swiftian loathing for our species. Not only are
human beings part of the animal kingdom, they have always been an
exceptionally cruel, destructive and rapacious part of it: not Homo
sapiens, but "homo rapiens". The human taste for genocide and love of
cruelty go back to ancient times; pace humanist progressivism,
technological advances have given them more scope. Ruthless slaughter
of the defeated was a feature of the ancient world, but "without
railways, the telegraph and poison gas there could have been no
Holocaust".
More striking than our merciless cruelty to each other is our
murderous rapacity towards other species and the planet as a whole.
Since the first humans arrived on the American continent 12,000 years
ago, Gray tell us, 70 per cent of the large mammals in North America
and 80 per cent of those in South America have been hunted to
extinction. This is not the result of such familiar scapegoats as
capitalism, industrialization or Western civilization; throughout
history "human advance has coincided with ecological devastation". It
is the result of our evolutionary success, above all of the
remorseless growth in the human population. We are, in fact, a plague
upon the earth. The only hope is a drastic culling of our species.
Earth-lovers should not dream of a miraculous change in our habits but
of "a time when human beings have ceased to matter".
This is where the third theme comes into the story. Having mocked
humanist progressivism as a gimcrack secular version of the Christian
faith in salvation, Gray offers a bleak salvation of his own. Human
beings will cease to matter. The planet will be saved after all - not
because there is the remotest chance that Homo rapiens will change his
ways, but because Gaia is too strong for him. Her self-regulatory
mechanisms - plagues, pollution, global warming and wars of a far more
destructive kind than any we have known in the past - will cut our
numbers down to a level that Gaia can tolerate, perhaps to zero. Since
there is no obvious reason for wishing to preserve our species, the
prospect of our extinction should give us no qualms. "The Earth will
forget mankind. The play of life will go on."
This is not the Christian heaven, but it is a kind of heaven all the
same. Though Gray would find this conclusion hateful, I think he has
shown that the primordial Judaeo-Christian drama - Original Sin and
ultimate redemption - has a stronger hold on our imaginations than he
would like to believe.
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