A Short History Of Progress. Ronald Wright

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has written on this period: “You can’t imagine one human population replacing another except through violence.”36 No, you can’t — especially on the bloodstained earth of Europe, amid Stone Age forebodings of the final solution and the slaughter of the Somme.

      In the aftermath of the Second World War, William Golding explored ancient genocide in his extraordinary novel The Inheritors. With wonderful assurance, Golding takes the reader inside the minds of an unnamed group of early humans. The book’s epigraph, from Wells, invokes Neanderthals, though the anthropological specifics fit better with much earlier stages of mankind. Golding’s folk are gentle, naive, chimp-like woodland dwellers. They eat no meat except the leavings of big predators; they are poor speakers, using telepathy as much as language; they have fire but few weapons, and have never suspected there is anyone else in the world except themselves.

      Yet Golding’s anachronisms don’t matter: his people may not fit any particular set of bones from the real past, but they stand for many. In the course of a few spring days, the forest dwellers are invaded for the first time by people like us, who with their boats, bonfires, arrows, raucous voices, wholesale tree-felling, and drunken orgies baffle and fascinate the “forest devils” even as they kill them one by one. At the end, only a mewling baby remains, kept by a woman who has lost her own child to drain the milk from her breasts. The invaders then move on through the new land, their leader plotting further murders — murders now amongst themselves — as he sharpens a weapon, “a point against the darkness of the world.”

      Despite the many details of our ancestry still to be worked out, the twentieth century has broadly answered the first two of Gauguin’s questions. There is no room for rational doubt that we are apes, and that, regardless of our exact route through time, we come ultimately from Africa. But unlike other apes, we tamper, and are tampering more than ever, with our destiny. For a long time now, there has been no such thing as that Enlightenment wild goose which Gauguin sought, the Natural Man. Like those arthritic Neanderthals who were cared for by their families, we cannot live without our cultures. We have met the maker of Hamlet’s “piece of work” — and it is us.

      Notes - I: Gauguin’s Questions

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