A very brief post to highlight a review of Darwin in Scotland recently brought to my attention by Michael Barton (a.k.a. Darwin’s Bulldog). There are ironies to do with the review that I cannot divulge but, while several reviewers have clearly missed the point of the book (e.g., as documented in Insult to Human Intelligence, Reviewing the Situation, etc.), it took a reviewer from the University of Cambridge (UK) to “get it”.
Cambridge is most often held as the global centre of Darwin study, and that is why I spent several attempts over several years trying to enthuse Cambridge University Press (CUP) about my Darwin-related books. This involved their reviewers assessing each book proposal and sample chapters that I sent them, the majority returning very favourable comments. So much so, that it is still a complete mystery why the editors decided against their reviewers, if that is the system that they trust. <Puts on Basil Fawlty voice> “I mean what is the point?”
Also surprising, was that although it’s a relatively easy task to find out someone’s publishing history, bread and butter to an academic, CUP seemed unable to locate any of my 8 Darwin/evolution papers between 2008-9 in any of the many citations indexes, find me via any university websites, nor generally Google my arse.
Thus, it is with both a sense of irony, and a feeling of having brought at least some of my writing on Darwin full circle, that I present with pride, pleasure and deep gratitude to it’s author Lyall Anderson, his review of Darwin in Scotland. Thank you Lyall.
Who lives will see the proof,
This waly boy will be nae coof:
I think we’ll ca’ him Julian