Steven Pinker explores how our minds might be composed of competing and cooperating modules that evolved for different goals in the overall purpose of keeping us alive and breeding.

I found the early chapters rather heavy going but the later chapters were more interesting, full of interesting and unexpected insights into what motivates homo sapiens and what the implications are -- and aren't.

Pinker also has the humility to admit there is a point beyond which his theories and maybe any scientific theories cannot go. ( )

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I just don't like Pinker, often disagree with him, and find him arrogant ( )

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I was really disappointed by this book. Pinker starts out by claiming that he will explain the origins of human emotions, aesthetics, and belief in the context of the latest findings of evolutionary and psychological research. He does not really succeed in doing so. It is a succession of moderately interesting research reports, linked together with a glue of neat one-liners (mostly other people's), but without really coming to a killer conclusion and indeed occasionally resorting to sheer polemic (eg on gender). The section on neural networks is particularly dull, especially as Pinker admits that living brains don't actually function that way.

I found precisely two points of interest in the book, both pretty tangential to the main thrust of the argument. First, of interest only to those who also know her, is that an old family friend is mentioned in passing on the development of children's minds. Second, of more general interest, is the observation that all cultures tend to design ornamental gardens with unconscious reference to the primeval African savannah - lawns and flowerbeds interrupted by carefully placed features. Rather a pleasing thought! This observation is not Pinker's own, but he does give pretty full citations for it which the interested reader can follow up.

I hear that Pinker's other books are better, so shall continue to look out for them though without particular enthusiasm. ( )