on 23 January 2014
This is an utterly engrossing book about what we might know about animals, about our relationship to them and, incidentally, what that says about us. It is beautifully written - meaning clearly, honestly, with an unflinching, intelligent gaze. Diski doesn't just speculate but investigates, always keeping her own subjectivity in the frame so we feel we are reading a personal voyage too. It is one we all make inwardly from infancy through to the end of consciousness but we don't follow through - she does.
on 20 June 2016
I bought this as a result of reading the various glowing reviews. Perhaps you shouldn't judge a book by its cover... or by its first chapter. The first chapter was grim, depressing, and told in such a cold, callous way, that it did little for me other then make me pity the author's city childhood. It did not make me want to read on. If this is how she intended to wet my whistle, I wonder who on earth this could appeal to. It reads like Cruella Deville's guide to animals. I might skip to the middle to see what the heck the fuss is about, but overall I am completely turned off by this, and will be burning it to make sure none of my kind neighbours pick it up by accident.