This 1957 book is about David Attenborough’s quest to find a Komodo Dragon way back in the day when these things were really mysterious and no one had one in captivity yet. This is exactly the type of book I love. It is about someone I really like (Attenborough, the narrator of my version of Planet earth) doing something back in the day, describing a world that no longer exists. He set the stage for the first western capture of a live Komodo Dragon, a creature that I grew up knowing about and thinking of as a mix of a toothless alligator and a tortoise. But in Attenborough’s words, the dragon is mysterious and dangerous, living in a world of myths and half-truths, not much more real to the western world than the Lockness Monster.
There was one major problem. Young Attenborough is a colonialist jack ass. The 1950’s Attenborough looks down on his colored contemporaries, belittling them in trite and condescending pity. As he travels the world searching for his dragon, he sees himself as somehow doing the Indonesians a favor, and chuckles at their silly ways. How do I then view this book? I can see this as a book of its age, that even though we would now see Attenborough’s language as racist, he was actually progressive for his time. But Attenborough is still alive, and the current, much older Attenborough is the reader of the audio book. How does he respond to his younger self? Well, after listening to the introduction where he talks about his younger self, he totally ignores it. Say it isn’t so. I might have to switch to the American version of planet earth and listen to Sigourney Weaver for now on.