Yesterday evening, I finished reading The Sixth Extinction, a relatively
light, rather chatty and anecdotal, but nevertheless quite interesting book by
Elizabeth Kolbert. There have been five
great extinctions – periods of time short by geological standards when as much
as fifty or sixty or even ninety percent of all extant species of living things
disappeared. Most of these extinctions
were the result of gradual changes in the world’s environment – a rise or drop
in temperature, for example. The last
and most famous, the Late Triassic extinction that wiped out the dinosaurs and
made ecological room for the expansion of the mammalian population [and
eventually, for us], was the result quite literally of an event, the crashing
into the earth of a five mile wide asteroid.
Kolbert’s thesis is that human beings are producing a
sixth great extinction by their expansion across the planet, their rearrangement
of ecological spaces [by clearing forests, building cities, and subdividing old
growth areas into parcels too small to support many species, for example], and by
raising the planet’s temperature so rapidly that species do not have time to
adapt.
This is presented by her as a disaster, but that
depends on one’s point of view. Several
years ago, there were reports that the lions in Kruger National Park in South
Africa were dying of pneumonia. This was
widely viewed as a crisis, but it was, of course, a success story for the virus
or bacterium causing the disease. E. O.
Wilson likes to tell us how successful ants are as a family but not many of us
have learned to adopt a formicaedean standpoint.
Anyway, the book is perfect summer reading. Enjoy.
3 comments:
Thanks for the suggestion, Prof. Sounds like the kind of thing I can enjoy.
"This is presented by her as a disaster, but that depends on one’s point of view."
Personally, I can understand her concern: the loss of diversity and the possibility that this diversity will never recover, even in the geological time-scale.
Maybe the species disappearing contain the secret to cure diseases or in any other way improve our lives; maybe even if our species went extinct, at least we could hope a closely related primate, or maybe a highly intelligent bird, could eventually take our place and re-create a civilization, their own -- perhaps a better one than ours -- culture, science, art. But they, too, are vulnerable.
Maybe it's silly, but the sheer waste depresses me.
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Just a little quibble: I think you mistook Jurassic for Cretaceous.
In which case, here's a more uplifting view:
http://www.amazon.com/The-World-Without-Alan-Weisman/dp/0312427905
Thanks David. Actually, one of my hobbies is to visit decaying urban sites, to imagine a world without humans.
I suppose it's kind of morbid.
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