I have stopped recommending Dawkin’s work to people who are on the fence about religion.
Of course. Dawkins preaches to the converted. I doubt that he ever seriously put himself into the mindset of a devout person for the purpose of writing a convincing argument.
His early works, such as The Selfish Gene, were actually really good books for convincing somebody of an alternative to creationism or guided creation, however. (Which isn’t the same as convincing somebody of atheism, but does give somebody paralyzed by the question of where complex life came from a much-needed line of retreat.)
I saw someone reading The Selfish Gene on an airplane the other day, and a similar thought came to mind. I thought, “Ah, I should say hello to this person when we get off the plane. Failing that, give the official rationalist nod of affirmation. Go science!” (I missed the person leaving while trying to get to my book bag in the overhead compartment).
After, I decided that I would have had a similar urge to express my admiration to anyone I saw reading any Dawkins book, except the God Delusion. I’m happy to have a conversation with a fellow science lover. Not nearly as much with a fellow God hater.
Selfish Gene itself is indeed quite sufficient to convince most thinking young people that evolution provides a far better explanation of how we got to be the way we are. It communicated far better than anybody else the core theories of neo-Darwinism which gave rise to evolutionary psychology, by stating bluntly the Copernican shift from group or individual selection to gene selection. Indeed, I’d still recommend it as the starting point for anybody interested in wading into the field of evolutionary psychology: you should understand the fairly elegant underlying theory before doing the deep dive into what is now a far less elegant and organized study (in part because many of its practioners still don’t understand the underlying theory).
Dawkins also had some very interesting theories of his own about evolution and animal behavior in Extended Phenotype, and despite his skill as a communicator of science it’s a great loss that he largely discontinued his actual research in science.
In Blind Watchmaker he actually expresses quite a bit of understanding and empathy for major creationist arguments, especially the watchmaker argument, in the process of debunking them far better than any evolutionist had ever debunked them before.
Since then, he’s gone downhill, becoming by now pedantic and repetitive and shrill. Of course he went downhill from a great height very few of us will ever hope to achieve, but it’s sad nevertheless.
I thought The Greatest Show On Earth (2010) was fantastic, and I’m currently rereading it. (I recommend this book to everyone. If you thought you understood evolution, you’ll understand it better.) The first paragraph of the first chapter summarises just why Dawkins is so generally pissed off with religion these days:
Imagine that you are a teacher of Roman history and the Latin language, anxious to impart your enthusiasm for the ancient world – for the elegiacs of Ovid and the odes of Horace, the sinewy economy of Latin grammar as exhibited in the oratory of Cicero, the strategic niceties of the Punic Wars, the generalship of Julius Caesar and the voluptuous excesses of the later emperors. That’s a big undertaking and it takes time, concentration, dedication. Yet you find your precious time continually preyed upon, and your class’s attention distracted, by a baying pack of ignoramuses (as a Latin scholar you would know better than to say ‘ignorami’) who, with strong political and especially financial support, scurry about tirelessly attempting to persuade your unfortunate pupils that the Romans never existed. There never was a Roman Empire. The entire world came into existence only just beyond living memory. Spanish, Italian, French, Portuguese, Catalan, Occitan, Romansh: all these languages and their constituent dialects sprang spontaneously and separately into being, and owe nothing to any predecessor such as Latin. Instead of devoting your full attention to the noble vocation of classical scholar and teacher, you are forced to divert your time and energy to a rearguard defence of the proposition that the Romans existed at all: a defence against an exhibition of ignorant prejudice that would make you weep if you weren’t too busy fighting it.
As someone noted elsewhere (Ben Goren on Jerry Coyne’s site), a lot of why Dawkins is perceived as “shrill” and, e.g., Carl Sagan isn’t, despite Sagan’s words on religion being at least as uncompromising, is that “Richard is an excited and exciting tenor who sounds like he’s just drank a pot of tea while Carl is a relaxed and relaxing baritone who sounds like he’s just smoked a bowl of pot.” (And likely had.) (This is apart from general tone argument considerations, in which merely objecting is dismissed as “shrill” no matter the actual tone.)
Of course. Dawkins preaches to the converted. I doubt that he ever seriously put himself into the mindset of a devout person for the purpose of writing a convincing argument.
His early works, such as The Selfish Gene, were actually really good books for convincing somebody of an alternative to creationism or guided creation, however. (Which isn’t the same as convincing somebody of atheism, but does give somebody paralyzed by the question of where complex life came from a much-needed line of retreat.)
I saw someone reading The Selfish Gene on an airplane the other day, and a similar thought came to mind. I thought, “Ah, I should say hello to this person when we get off the plane. Failing that, give the official rationalist nod of affirmation. Go science!” (I missed the person leaving while trying to get to my book bag in the overhead compartment).
After, I decided that I would have had a similar urge to express my admiration to anyone I saw reading any Dawkins book, except the God Delusion. I’m happy to have a conversation with a fellow science lover. Not nearly as much with a fellow God hater.
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Selfish Gene itself is indeed quite sufficient to convince most thinking young people that evolution provides a far better explanation of how we got to be the way we are. It communicated far better than anybody else the core theories of neo-Darwinism which gave rise to evolutionary psychology, by stating bluntly the Copernican shift from group or individual selection to gene selection. Indeed, I’d still recommend it as the starting point for anybody interested in wading into the field of evolutionary psychology: you should understand the fairly elegant underlying theory before doing the deep dive into what is now a far less elegant and organized study (in part because many of its practioners still don’t understand the underlying theory).
Dawkins also had some very interesting theories of his own about evolution and animal behavior in Extended Phenotype, and despite his skill as a communicator of science it’s a great loss that he largely discontinued his actual research in science.
In Blind Watchmaker he actually expresses quite a bit of understanding and empathy for major creationist arguments, especially the watchmaker argument, in the process of debunking them far better than any evolutionist had ever debunked them before.
Since then, he’s gone downhill, becoming by now pedantic and repetitive and shrill. Of course he went downhill from a great height very few of us will ever hope to achieve, but it’s sad nevertheless.
I thought The Greatest Show On Earth (2010) was fantastic, and I’m currently rereading it. (I recommend this book to everyone. If you thought you understood evolution, you’ll understand it better.) The first paragraph of the first chapter summarises just why Dawkins is so generally pissed off with religion these days:
As someone noted elsewhere (Ben Goren on Jerry Coyne’s site), a lot of why Dawkins is perceived as “shrill” and, e.g., Carl Sagan isn’t, despite Sagan’s words on religion being at least as uncompromising, is that “Richard is an excited and exciting tenor who sounds like he’s just drank a pot of tea while Carl is a relaxed and relaxing baritone who sounds like he’s just smoked a bowl of pot.” (And likely had.) (This is apart from general tone argument considerations, in which merely objecting is dismissed as “shrill” no matter the actual tone.)