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  Wonderful Life (1989)

Tucked into the Canadian Rockies, 8000 feet above sea level, is a small limestone quarry formed 530 million years ago called the Burgess Shale; less than a city block long and only ten feet high, the Burgess Shale holds the remains of an ancient sea that nurtured more varieties of life than can be found in all of our modem oceans. Here lived dozens of creatures never seen before or since—creatures perfectly preserved in awesome detail, including the five-eyed Opabinia and Anomalocaris whose mouth was a circular nutcracker.

The early-twentieth-century discovery of the Burgess Shale by Dr. Charles D. Walcott, head of the Smithsonian Institution, could have thrown traditional scholarship on evolution into confusion. How to account for such abundance and yet not give up the received wisdom of past efforts to classify the things of the earth? The task fell to Walcott, widely conceded to be the greatest paleontologist of his day. Unable, however, to read the exciting new message locked in those fossils, Walcott made a tortured effort to accommodate many truly unclassifiable forms of life within the standard system. He misinterpreted these peculiar fossils and shoehorned all Burgess animals into the conventional categories of worms and arthropods. And there the matter stood until Professor H. B. Whittington reinterpreted forms that had lain in laboratory drawers for over forty years.

The story of why Walcott failed—how he could not have succeeded given his time and his past—and how and why Whittington did succeed tells us much about science and society—and about ourselves. For it is our view of life that shapes us.

What icon of existence do we follow? What pictorial representation of life? Is the past a ladder of progress, moving ever onward and upward? Or is evolution the story of an inverted cone, small in the kinds of life at the bottom and steadily widening, diversifying? These are the conventional and comfortable pictures of life's history, but the Burgess Shale teaches us instead that evolution produced an incredibly prolific bush that spread its branches suddenly half a billion years ago and has ever since seen bits of life fall away. The falling away has the character of a lottery—many called, few chosen and for no particular reason of superior anatomy.

The story of the Burgess Shale also holds the story of Stephen Jay Gould's intense personal and intellectual struggle with the nature of history. Play the tape of life again starting with the Burgess Shale, and a different set of survivors—not including vertebrates this time would grace our planet today. In this masterwork Gould explains why the diversity of the Burgess Shale is important in understanding this tape of our past and in shaping the way we ponder the riddle of existence and the awesome improbability of human evolution. The telling of this tale displays all of the strength, depth, and grace unique to Stephen Jay Gould.

STEPHEN JAY GOULD, who was among the first recipients of a MacArthur Fellowship and whose books have won many prizes, including the National Book Critics Circle Award, teaches biology, geology, and the history of science at Harvard University.

    Michael Ruse

Wonderful Life was the best book written by the late Stephen Jay Gould, paleontologist and popular science writer. It is a work with several layers of meaning. At the most obvious, the book tells us about the discovery of the fossilized remains of soft-bodied organisms that lived more than 500 million years ago in an area now taken over by the Canadian Rockies. These denizens of what is known as the Burgess Shale are strange monsters from the past, and their recovery and interpretation is a thrilling story that Gould tells in a way that no one else could equal.

Are we here by chance?The Globe and Mail 17 Jan. 2004.


This book, to cite some metaphors from my least favorite sport, attempts to tackle one of the broadest issues that science can address—the nature of history itself—not by a direct assault upon the center, but by an end run through the details of a truly wondrous case study. In so doing, I follow the strategy of all my general writing. Detail by itself can go no further; at its best, presented with a poetry that I cannot muster, it emerges as admirable “nature writing.” But frontal attacks upon generalities inevitably lapse into tedium or tendentiousness. The beauty of nature lies in detail; the message, in generality. Optimal appreciation demands both, and I know no better tactic than the illustration of exciting principles by well-chosen particulars.

My specific topic is the most precious and important of all fossil localities—the Burgess Shale of British Columbia. The human story of discovery and interpretation, spanning almost eighty years, is wonderful, in the strong literal sense of that much-abused word. Charles Doolittle Walcott, premier paleontologist and most powerful administrator in American science, found this oldest fauna of exquisitely preserved soft-bodied animals in 1909. But his deeply traditionalist stance virtually forced a conventional interpretation that offered no new perspective on life’s history, and therefore rendered these unique organisms invisible to public notice (though they far surpass dinosaurs in their potential for instruction about life’s history). But twenty years of meticulous anatomical description by three English and Irish paleontologists, who began their work with no inkling of its radical potential, has not only reversed Walcott’s interpretation of these particular fossils, but has also confronted our traditional view about progress and predictability in the history of life with the historian’s challenge of contingency—the “pageant” of evolution as a staggeringly improbable series of events, sensible enough in retrospect and subject to rigorous explanation, but utterly unpredictable and quite unrepeatable. Wind back the tape of life to the early days of the Burgess Shale; let it play again from an identical starting point, and the chance becomes vanishingly small that anything like human intelligence would grace the replay.

But even more wonderful than any human effort or revised interpretation are the organisms of the Burgess Shale themselves, particularly as newly and properly reconstructed in their transcendent strangeness: Opabinia, with its five eyes and frontal “nozzle”; Anomalocaris, the largest animal of its time, a fearsome predator with a circular jaw; Hallucigenia, with an anatomy to match its name.

The title of this book expresses the duality of our wonder—at the beauty of the organisms themselves, and at the new view of life that they have inspired. Opabinia and company constituted the strange and wonderful life of a remote past; they have also imposed the great theme of contingency in history upon a science uncomfortable with such concepts. This theme is central to the most memorable scene in America’s most beloved film—Jimmy Stewart’s guardian angel replaying life’s tape without him, and demonstrating the awesome power of apparent insignificance in history. Science has dealt poorly with the concept of contingency, but film and literature have always found it fascinating. It’s a Wonderful Life is both a symbol and the finest illustration I know for the cardinal theme of this book—and I honor Clarence Odbody, George Bailey, and Frank Capra in my title.

The story of the reinterpretation of the Burgess fossils, and of the new ideas that emerged from this work, is complex, involving the collective efforts of a large cast. But three paleontologists dominate the center stage, for they have done the great bulk of technical work in anatomical description and taxonomic placement—Harry Whittington of Cambridge University, the world’s expert on trilobites, and two men who began as his graduate students and then built brilliant careers upon their studies of the Burgess fossils, Derek Briggs and Simon Conway Morris.

I struggled for many months over various formats for presenting this work, but finally decided that only one could provide unity and establish integrity. If the influence of history is so strong in setting the order of life today, then I must respect its power in the smaller domain of this book. The work of Whittington and colleagues also forms a history, and the primary criterion of order in the domain of contingency is, and must be, chronology. The reinterpretation of the Burgess Shale is a story, a grand and wonderful story of the highest intellectual merit—with no one killed, no one even injured or scratched, but a new world revealed. What else can I do but tell this story in proper temporal order? Like Rashomon, no two observers or participants will ever recount such a complex tale in the same manner, but we can at least establish a groundwork in chronology. I have come to view this temporal sequence as an intense drama—and have even permitted myself the conceit of presenting it as a play in five acts, embedded within my third chapter.

Chapter I lays out, through the unconventional device of iconography, the traditional attitudes (or thinly veiled cultural hopes) that the Burgess Shale now challenges. Chapter II presents the requisite background material on the early history of life, the nature of the fossil record, and the particular setting of the Burgess Shale itself. Chapter III then documents, as a drama and in chronological order, this great revision in our concepts about early life. A final section tries to place this history in the general context of an evolutionary theory partly challenged and revised by the story itself. Chapter IV probes the times and psyche of Charles Doolittle Walcott, in an attempt to understand why he mistook so thoroughly the nature and meaning of his greatest discovery. It then presents a different and antithetical view of history as contingency. Chapter V develops this view of history, both by general arguments and by a chronology of key episodes that, with tiny alterations at the outset, could have sent evolution cascading down wildly different but equally intelligible channels—sensible pathways that would have yielded no species capable of producing a chronicle or deciphering the pageant of its past. The epilogue is a final Burgess surprise—vox clamantis in deserto, but a happy voice that will not make the crooked straight or the rough places plain, because it revels in the tortuous crookedness of real paths destined only for interesting ends.

I am caught between the two poles of conventional composition. I am not a reporter or “science writer” interviewing people from another domain under the conceit of passive impartiality. I am a professional paleontologist, a close colleague and personal friend of all the major actors in this drama. But I did not perform any of the primary research myself—nor could I, for I do not have the special kind of spatial genius that this work requires. Still, the world of Whittington, Briggs, and Conway Morris is my world. I know its hopes and foibles, its jargon and techniques, but I also live with its illusions. If this book works, then I have combined a professional’s feeling and knowledge with the distance necessary for judgment, and my dream of writing an “insider’s McPhee” within geology may have succeeded. If it does not work, then I am simply the latest of so many victims—and all the clichés about fish and fowl, rocks and hard places, apply. (My difficulty in simultaneously living in and reporting about this world emerges most frequently in a simple problem that I found insoluble. Are my heroes called Whittington, Briggs, and Conway Morris; or are they Harry, Derek, and Simon? I finally gave up on consistency and decided that both designations are appropriate, but in different circumstances—and I simply followed my instinct and feeling. I had to adopt one other convention; in rendering the Burgess drama chronologically, I followed the dates of publication for ordering the research on various Burgess fossils. But as all professionals know, the time between manuscript and print varies capriciously and at random, and the sequence of publication may bear little relationship to the order of actual work. I therefore vetted my sequence with all the major participants, and learned, with pleasure and relief, that the chronology of publication acted as a pretty fair surrogate for order of work in this case.)

I have fiercely maintained one personal rule in all my so-called “popular” writing. (The word is admirable in its literal sense, but has been debased to mean simplified or adulterated for easy listening without effort in return.) I believe—as Galileo did when he wrote his two greatest works as dialogues in Italian rather than didactic treatises in Latin, as Thomas Henry Huxley did when he composed his masterful prose free from jargon, as Darwin did when he published all his books for general audiences—that we can still have a genre of scientific books suitable for and accessible alike to professionals and interested laypeople. The concepts of science, in all their richness and ambiguity, can be presented without any compromise, without any simplification counting as distortion, in language accessible to all intelligent people. Words, of course, must be varied, if only to eliminate a jargon and phraseology that would mystify anyone outside the priesthood, but conceptual depth should not vary at all between professional publication and general exposition. I hope that this book can be read with profit both in seminars for graduate students and—if the movie stinks and you forgot your sleeping pills—on the businessman’s special to Tokyo.

Of course, these high-minded hopes and conceits from yours truly also demand some work in return. The beauty of the Burgess story lies in its details, and the details are anatomical. Oh, you could skip the anatomy and still get the general message (Lord knows, I repeat it enough times in my enthusiasm)—but please don’t, for you will then never understand either the fierce beauty or the intense excitement of the Burgess drama. I have done everything I could to make the two technical subjects—anatomy and taxonomy—maximally coherent and minimally intrusive. I have provided insets as primers on these subjects, and I have kept the terminology to an absolute minimum (fortunately, we can bypass nearly all the crushing jargon of professional lingo, and grasp the key point about arthropods by simply understanding a few facts about the order and arrangement of appendages). In addition, all descriptive statements in the text are matched by illustrations.

I did briefly consider (but it was only the Devil speaking) the excision of all this documentation, with a bypass via some hand waving, pretty pictures, and an appeal to authority. But I could not do it—and not only for reasons of general policy mentioned above. I could not do it because any expunging of anatomical arguments, any derivative working from secondary sources rather than primary monographs would be a mark of disrespect for something truly beautiful—for some of the most elegant technical work ever accomplished in my profession, and for the exquisite loveliness of the Burgess animals. Pleading is undignified, but allow me one line: please bear with the details; they are accessible, and they are the gateway to a new world./P>

A work like this becomes, perforce, something of a collective enterprise—and thanks for patience, generosity, insight, and good cheer must be widely spread. Harry Whittington, Simon Conway Morris, and Derek Briggs endured hours of interviews, detailed questioning, and reading of manuscripts. Steven Suddes, of Yoho National Park, kindly organized a hike to the hallowed ground of Walcott’s quarry, for I could not write this book without making such a pilgrimage. Laszlo Meszoly prepared charts and diagrams with a skill that I have admired and depended upon for nearly two decades. Libby Glenn helped me wade through the voluminous Walcott archives in Washington.

Never before have I published a work so dependent upon illustrations. But so it must be; primates are visual animals above all, and anatomical work, in particular, is as much pictorial as verbal. I decided right at the outset that most of my illustrations must be those originally used in the basic publications of Whittington and colleagues—not only for their excellence within the genre, but primarily because I know no other way to express my immense respect for their work. In this sense, I am only acting as a faithful chronicler of primary sources that will become crucial in the history of my profession. With the usual parochialism of the ignorant, I assumed that the photographic reproduction of published figures must be a simple and automatic procedure of shoot ’em and print ’em. But I learned a lot about other professional excellences as I watched Al Coleman and David Backus, my photographer and my research assistant, work for three months to achieve resolutions that I couldn’t see in the primary publications themselves. My greatest thanks for their dedication and their instruction.

These figures—about a hundred, all told—are primarily of two types: drawings of actual specimens, and schematic reconstructions of entire organisms. I could have whited out the labeling of features, often quite dense, on the drawings of specimens, for few of these labels relate to arguments made in my text and those that do are always fully explained in my captions. But I wanted readers to see these illustrations exactly as they appear in the primary sources. Readers should note, by the way, that the reconstructions, following a convention in scientific illustration, rarely show an animal as an observer might have viewed it on a Cambrian sea bottom—and for two reasons. Some parts are usually made transparent, so that more of the full anatomy may be visualized; while other parts (usually those repeated on the other side of the body) are omitted for the same reason.

Since the technical illustrations do not show an organism as a truly living creature, I decided that I must also commission a series of full reconstructions by a scientific artist. I was not satisfied with any of the standard published illustrations—they are either inaccurate or lacking in aesthetic oomph. Luckily, Derek Briggs showed me Marianne Collins’s drawing of Sanctacaris (figure 3.55), and I finally saw a Burgess organism drawn with a scrupulous attention to anatomical detail combined with aesthetic flair that reminded me of the inscription on the bust of Henry Fairfield Osborn at the American Museum of Natural History: “For him the dry bones came to life, and giant forms of ages past rejoined the pageant of the living.” I am delighted that Marianne Collins, of the Royal Ontario Museum, Toronto, was able to provide some twenty drawings of Burgess animals exclusively for this book.

This collective work binds the generations. I spoke extensively with Bill Schevill, who quarried with Percy Raymond in the 1930s, and with G. Evelyn Hutchinson, who published his first notable insights on Burgess fossils just after Walcott’s death. Having nearly touched Walcott himself, I ranged to the present and spoke with all active workers. I am especially grateful to Desmond Collins, of the Royal Ontario Museum, who in the summer of 1988, as I wrote this book, was camped in Walcott’s original quarry while making fresh discoveries at a new site above Raymond’s quarry. His work will expand and revise several sections of my text; obsolescence is a fate devoutly to be wished, lest science stagnate and die.

I have been obsessed with the Burgess Shale for more than a year, and have talked incessantly about its problems with colleagues and students far and wide. Many of their suggestions, and their doubts and cautions, have greatly improved this book. Scientific fraud and general competitive nastiness are hot topics this season. I fear that outsiders are getting a false view of this admittedly serious phenomenon. The reports are so prominent that one might almost envision an act of chicanery for each ordinary event of decency and honor. No, not at all. The tragedy is not the frequency of such acts, but the crushing asymmetry that permits any rare event of unkindness to nullify or overwhelm thousands of collegial gestures, never recorded because we take them for granted. Paleontology is a genial profession. I do not say that we all like each other; we certainly do not agree about very much. But we do tend to be helpful to each other, and to avoid pettiness. This grand tradition has eased the path of this book, through a thousand gestures of kindness that I never recorded because they are the ordinary acts of decent people—that is, thank goodness, most of us most of the time. I rejoice in this sharing, in our joint love for knowledge about the history of our wonderful life.

Book Details
ISBN: 0-393-02705-8
Published: 1989
Publisher: W. W. Norton & Company
Cover design: Mike McIver
Cover painting: Charles R. Knight
Back cover drawings: Marianne Collins
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Book Reviews
  • Hallucigenia, Wiwaxia and Friends: by Richard Dawkins, Sunday Telegraph.
  • Taking a Chance on Evolution: by John Maynard Smith, NYRB
  • Wonderful Life Revisited: by Douglas H. Erwin, Paleobiology.
  • The Collection Connection: by Richard Fortey, Nature.
  • Wonderful Strife: by Derek Briggs and Richard Fortey, Paleobiology.
  • The Cosmic Lottery: by Elizabeth Mehren, Los Angeles Times.
  • Dreadful Beasts: by Mark Ridley, London Review of Books.
  • Scenarios of Paleontology: Wonderful Life: by Walter Sweet, Science.
  • Survival of the Luckiest: by James Gleick, New York Times.
  • Nature's Lottery: by Steven Rose, New Statesman & Society.
  • The Fifth Day of Creation: by Jonathan Bard, BioEssays.
  • Evolutions That Never Evolved: by Allan J. Tobin, Los Angeles Times.
  • Survival Of The Luckiest: by Rick Bass, Chicago Tribune.
  • Book review: by Gabriel Dover, Trends in Ecology & Evolution.
  • The Intelligence Test: by Robert Wright, New Republic.
  • Glorious Contingency: by Michael Shermer
  • Book review: by Danny Yee
  • Truly A Wonderful Life: by Kurt P. Wise
  • Further Reading
  • The reversal of Hallucigenia: by Stephen Jay Gould
  • Of tongue worms, velvet worms, and water bears: by Stephen Jay Gould
  • Showdown on the Burgess Shale: by Simon Conway Morris and Stephen Jay Gould
  • Stephen Jay Gould vs Simon Conway Morris: by Peter Ward, Joe Kirschvink
  • Cambrian Conflict: Crucible an Assault on Gould's Burgess Shale Interpretation: by Peter Bowler
  • The disparity of the Burgess Shale arthropod fauna and the limits of cladistic analysis: by Stephen Jay Gould
  • Burgess Shale Faunas and the Cambrian Explosion: by Simon Conway Morris
  • The Imprint of Evolution: by Simon Conway Morris
  • The Cambrian "Explosion": Slow-fuse or Megatonnage?: by Simon Conway Morris
  • Extraordinary fossils reveal the nature of Cambrian life: by Derek E. G. Briggs
  • Fossils, Molecules and Embryos: by J. W. Valentine, David Jablonski, and Douglas Erwin
  • The Origin of Animal Body Plans: by Douglas Erwin, James Valentine, David Jablonski
  • The Cambrian Evolutionary ‘Explosion’: by R. Forty, D. Briggs, M.A. Wills
  • Weird Wonders: Was the Cambrian explosion a big bang or a whimper?: by Mark Ridley
  • Explaining the Cambrian “Explosion” of Animals: by Charles R. Marshall
  • The Ediacaran experiment: by Stephen Jay Gould
  • Trilobite! Wonderful Life: by Richard Fortey
  • "Replaying Life's Tape": by David Sepkoski
  • Replaying Life's Tape: by Laurence Moran
  • Rock of Ages: by Mark Ridley