She Has Her Mother’s Laugh: The Powers, Perversions, and Potential of Heredity by Carl Zimmer (PDF)

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2019 PEN/E.O. Wilson Literary Science Writing Award Finalist”Science book of the year”—The GuardianOne of New York Times 100 Notable Books for 2018One of Publishers Weekly’s Top Ten Books of 2018One of Kirkus’s Best Books of 2018 One of Mental Floss’s Best Books of 2018One of Science Friday’s Best Science Books of 2018“Extraordinary”—New York Times Book Review “Magisterial”—The Atlantic”Engrossing”—Wired”Leading contender as the most outstanding nonfiction work of the year”—Minneapolis Star-TribuneCelebrated New York Times columnist and science writer Carl Zimmer presents a profoundly original perspective on what we pass along from generation to generation. Charles Darwin played a crucial part in turning heredity into a scientific question, and yet he failed spectacularly to answer it. The birth of genetics in the early 1900s seemed to do precisely that. Gradually, people translated their old notions about heredity into a language of genes. As the technology for studying genes became cheaper, millions of people ordered genetic tests to link themselves to missing parents, to distant ancestors, to ethnic identities…But, Zimmer writes, “Each of us carries an amalgam of fragments of DNA, stitched together from some of our many ancestors. Each piece has its own ancestry, traveling a different path back through human history. A particular fragment may sometimes be cause for worry, but most of our DNA influences who we are—our appearance, our height, our penchants—in inconceivably subtle ways.” Heredity isn’t just about genes that pass from parent to child. Heredity continues within our own bodies, as a single cell gives rise to trillions of cells that make up our bodies. We say we inherit genes from our ancestors—using a word that once referred to kingdoms and estates—but we inherit other things that matter as much or more to our lives, from microbes to technologies we use to make life more comfortable. We need a new definition of what heredity is and, through Carl Zimmer’s lucid exposition and storytelling, this resounding tour de force delivers it. Weaving historical and current scientific research, his own experience with his two daughters, and the kind of original reporting expected of one of the world’s best science journalists, Zimmer ultimately unpacks urgent bioethical quandaries arising from new biomedical technologies, but also long-standing presumptions about who we really are and what we can pass on to future generations.

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Editorial Reviews: Amazon.com Review An Amazon Best Book of June 2018: Heredity is a lot more complex than most people think. In She Has Her Mother’s Laugh, New York Times columnist Carl Zimmer dives deep into the ways that we pass along our genetic inheritance. Through history, science, and a boatload of personal curiosity (the book originated from questions he had regarding his own child, and he had his entire genome mapped in the process of writing it), Zimmer seeks to retell the story of heredity in broader and more inclusive terms than the ones we’re used to hearing. For example, who we become is determined by our ancestors’ genes, yes; but it is also a product of our own cells—for one cell can contribute to millions of future cells. How we treat ourselves, what we learn, and even how we feel, eventually contributes to our hereditary future. The forces at work are myriad, mostly unseen, and subject to variables that we barely understand. Zimmer is trying to help us here, to teach us, and in doing so he succeeds in entertaining us as well. –Chris Schluep, Amazon Book Review Review Praise for She Has Her Mother’s Laugh“Extraordinary…This book is Zimmer at his best: obliterating misconceptions about science with gentle prose. He brings the reader on his journey of discovery as he visits laboratory after laboratory, peering at mutant mosquitoes and talking to scientists about traces of Neanderthal ancestry within his own genome. Any fan of his previous books or his journalism will appreciate this work. But so, too, will parents wishing to understand the magnitude of the legacy they’re bequeathing to their children, people who want to grasp their history through genetic ancestry testing and those seeking a fuller context for the discussions about race and genetics so prevalent today.”—The New York Times Book Review”Zimmer dispels longstanding scientific misconceptions, introduces facts that may surprise you and brings readers on a delightful journey of genetic discovery.”—The New York Times, “Paperback Row”“Magisterial…In Zimmer’s pages, we discover a world minutely threaded with myriad streams of heredity flowing in all directions, in variegated patterns and different registers.”—The Atlantic”The strength of [She Has Her Mother’s Laugh]…is its combination of accuracy, journalistic clarity and scientific authority…If the science doesn’t matter to you now, it will soon.”—The Washington Post“Zimmer is careful and well-informed… Acquired traits can be inherited. Biological time can turn backward. And monsters are real.”—Wall Street Journal”Carl Zimmer’s magnum opus, probing myriad strands of science through the prism of decadeslong, stellar reporting, and a leading contender as the most outstanding nonfiction work of the year…a lush, enthralling book that transforms the reader with its insights.”—Minneapolis Star-Tribune“Expansive, engrossing, and often enlightening… Zimmer takes readers on a tale through time and technology, from the inbred Holy Roman Empire to the birthplace of American eugenics to the Japanese lab where scientists are reprogramming skin cells into eggs and sperm.”—Wired“A chronicle of timeless values, and the permanent importance of bonds of kinship and the passing of generations in human culture. It is also a stark caution against human hubris, as the early decades of hereditary science show just how much damage science can cause when it’s poorly done and unethically applied. Finally, it is a wondrous exposé of the rapid-fire results and advances being made in 21st-century genetics, and the social and cultural consequences that they might unleash.”—National Review”Nuanced, entertaining and balances eloquent story-telling with well-researched science… Anyone interested in their path through history, and what they may hand on, will find much to excite them… She Has Her Mother’s Laugh is, as promised, a showcase of the powers, perversions and potential of what we truly gain from our past and pass on to our future.” —New Scientist“A beguiling narrative… Whatever your views on the power of genes versus other forms of heredity, you will be in for a few surprises.”—Nature “Into this zeitgeist enters Carl Zimmer’s most enjoyable new book, She Has Her Mother’s Laugh, with a sweeping overview of the history of our understanding of heredity… [He is] one of the best science journalists of our time.”—Science“A magnificent work…Journalist Zimmer masterfully blends exciting storytelling with first-rate science reporting. His book is as engrossing as it is enlightening.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review) “A thoroughly enchanting tour of big questions, oddball ideas, and dazzling accomplishments of researchers searching to explain, manipulate, and alter inheritance.”—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)“A wide-ranging and eye-opening inquiry into the way heredity shapes our species.” —Booklist (starred review)“Zimmer’s latest offers a comprehensive look at all aspects of heredity in readable and accessible text for anyone interested in the topic.” —Library Journal“This massive, multifaceted account of heredity’s history and possible future illuminates the subject as something much more complex than genes passed from generation to generation.”—Shelf Awareness“A story filled with palace intrigue and breathtaking innovation.”—O, The Oprah Magazine”This is clearly Zimmer’s best book. It’s an opus in which he goes through the entire history of genetics and epigenetics, and writes about getting his own genome sequenced too. She Has Her Mother’s Laugh is one of the best books ever written about genetics, along with Siddhartha Mukherjee’s The Gene. They’re the two bookends.”—Science Friday, Best Science Books of 2018″A rich and wide-ranging exploration of the mysterious science that makes us, somehow, who we are.”—Jamie Green, Thrillist’s Best Books of 2018“No one unravels the mysteries of science as brilliantly and compellingly as Carl Zimmer, and he has proven it again with She Has Her Mother’s Laugh—a sweeping, magisterial book that illuminates the very nature of who we are.” —David Grann, author ofKillers of the Flower Moon and The Lost City of Z “She Has Her Mother’s Laugh is at once far-ranging, imaginative, and totally relevant. Carl Zimmer makes the complex science of heredity read like a novel, and explains why the subject has been–and always will be—so vexed.”—Elizabeth Kolbert, author of Pulitzer Prize-winning The Sixth Extinction “Humans have long noticed something remarkable, namely that organisms are similar but not identical to their parents—in other words, that some traits can be inherited. From this observation has grown the elegant science of genetics, with its dazzling medical breakthroughs. And from this has also grown the toxic pseudosciences of eugenics, Lysenkoism and Nazi racial ideology. Carl Zimmer traces the intertwined histories of the science and pseudoscience of heredity. Zimmer writes like a dream, teaches a ton of accessible science, and provides the often intensely moving stories of the people whose lives have been saved or destroyed by this topic. I loved this book.” —Robert Sapolsky, Stanford University, author of Behave“She Has Her Mother’s Laugh is a masterpiece—a career-best work from one of the world’s premier science writers, on a topic that literally touches every person on the planet.”—Ed Yong, author of I Contain Multitudes“Nobody writes about science better than Carl Zimmer. As entertaining as he is informative, he has a way of turning the discoveries of science into deeply moving human stories. This book is a timely account of the uses and misuses of some of the science that directly impact our lives today. It is also a career moment by one of our most important and graceful writers. Here is a book to be savored.”—Neil Shubin, University of Chicago, author of Your Inner Fish“Zimmer is a born story-teller. Or is he an inherited story-teller? The inspiring and heartbreaking stories in She Has Her Mother’s Laugh build a fundamentally new perspective on what previous generations have delivered to us, and what we can pass along. An outstanding book and great accomplishment.”—Daniel Levitin, author of This is Your Brain on Music and The Organized Mind“One of the most gifted science journalists of his generation, Carl Zimmer tells a gripping human story about heredity from misguided notions that have caused terrible harm to recent ongoing research that promises to unleash more powerful technologies than the world has ever known. The breadth of his perspective is extraordinarily compelling, compassionate, and valuable. Please read this book now.” —Jennifer Doudna, UC Berkeley, coauthor of A Crack in Creation“Carl Zimmer lifts off the lid, dumps out the contents, and sorts through the pieces of one of history’s most problematic ideas: heredity. Deftly touching on psychology, genetics, race, and politics, She Has Her Mother’s Laugh is a superb guide to a subject that is only becoming more important. Along the way, it explains some remarkably complicated science with equally remarkable clarity—a totally impressive job all around.” —Charles C. Mann, author of 1491: New Revelations of the Americas Before Columbus“Carl Zimmer is not only among my favorite science writers—he’s also now responsible for making me wonder why there is more Neanderthal DNA on earth right now than when Neanderthals were here, and why humanity is getting taller and smarter in the last few generations. She Has Her Mother’s Laugh explains how our emerging understanding of genetics is touching almost every part of society, and will increasingly touch our lives.” —Charles Duhigg, author of Smarter Faster Better and The Power of Habit “With this book, Carl Zimmer rises from being our best biological science writer to being one of our very best non-fiction writers in any field, period.”—Kevin Padian, professor of integrative biology, UC Berkeley“How every characteristic—from genes to personality—is passed down from one generation to the next is one the most fundamental, complex, misunderstood and misused enigmas of biology. In this beautifully written, heartfelt and enjoyable masterpiece, Zimmer weaves together history, autobiography and science to elucidate the mysteries of heredity and why we should care. I couldn’t put this book down, and can’t recommend it too highly.” —Daniel E. Lieberman, Harvard University, author ofThe Story of the Human Body“She Has Her Mother’s Laugh is at once enlightening and utterly compelling. Carl Zimmer weaves spellbinding narrative with luminous science writing to give us the story of heredity, the story of us all. Anyone interested in where we came from and where we are going—which is to say everyone—will want to read it.”—Jennifer Ackerman, author of The Genius of Birds and Chance in the House of Fate“Traversing time and societies, the personal and the political, the moral and the scientific, She Has Her Mother’s Laugh takes readers on an endlessly mesmerizing journey of what it means to be human. Carl Zimmer has created a brilliant canvas of life that is at times hopeful, at times horrifying, and always beautifully rendered. I could hope for no better guide into the complexities, perils, and, ultimately, potential of what the science of heredity has in store for the world.” —Maria Konnikova, author of The Confidence Game “With his latest work, Zimmer has assured his place as one of the greatest science writers of our time. She Has Her Mother’s Laugh is an extraordinary exploration of a topic that is at once familiar and foreign, and touches every one of us. With the eloquence of a poet and the expertise of a scientist Zimmer has created a nonfiction thriller that will change the way you think about your family, those you love, and the past and future.” —Brian Hare, Duke University, coauthor of The Genius of Dogs“Zimmer offers a compelling look at genetics…You will leave this book realizing how little we know about how we come to be.”—Bitch Media About the Author Carl Zimmer writes the Matter column for the New York Times and has frequently contributed to The Atlantic, National Geographic, Time, and Scientific American, among others. He has won the American Association for the Advancement of Science’s Science Journalism Award three times, among a host of other awards and fellowships. He teaches science writing at Yale University. His previous books include Parasite Rex, Evolution and Microcosm. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. PROLOGUEThe worst scares of my life have usually come in unfamiliar places. I still panic a bit when I remember traveling into a Sumatran jungle only to discover my brother, Ben, had dengue fever. Ilose a bit of breath any time I think about a night in Bujumbura when a friend and I got mugged. My fingers still curl when I recall a fossil-mad paleontologist leading me to the slick mossy edge of a Newfoundland cliff in search of Precambrian life. But the greatest scare of all, the one that made the world suddenly unfamiliar, swept over me while I was sitting with my wife, Grace, in the comfort of an obstetrician’s office.Grace was pregnant with our first child, and our obstetrician had insisted we meet with a genetics counselor. We didn’t see the point. We felt untroubled in being carried along into the future, wherever we might end up. We knew Grace had a second heartbeat inside her, a healthy one, and that seemed enough to know. We didn’t even want to find out if the baby was a girl or a boy. We would just debate names in two columns: Liam or Henry, Charlotte or Catherine.Still, our doctor insisted. And so one afternoon we went to an office in lower Manhattan, where we sat down with a middle-aged woman, perhaps a decade older than us. She was cheerful and clear, talking about our child’s health beyond what the thrum of a heartbeat could tell us. We were politely cool, wanting to end this appointment as soon as possible.We had already talked about the risks we faced starting a family in our thirties, the climbing odds that our children might have Down syndrome.We agreed that we’d deal with whatever challenges our child faced. I felt proud of my commitment. But now, when I look back at my younger self, I’m not so impressed. I didn’t know anything at the time about what it’s actually like raising a child with Down syndrome. A few years later, I would get to know some parents who were doing just that. Through them, I would get a glimpse of that life: of round after round of heart surgeries, of the struggle to teach children how to behave with outsiders, of the worries about a child’s future after one’s own death.But as we sat that day with our genetics counselor, I was still blithe, still confident. The counselor could tell we didn’t want to be there, but she managed to keep the conversation alive. Down syndrome was not the only thing expectant parents should think about, she said. It was possible that the two of us carried genetic variations that we could pass down to our child, causing other disorders. The counselor took out a piece of paper and drew a family tree, to show us how genes were inherited.“You don’t have to explain all that to us,” I assured her. After all, I wrote about things like genes for a living. I didn’t need a high school lecture.“Well, let me ask you a little about your family,” she replied.It was 2001. A few months beforehand, two geneticists had come to the White House to stand next to President Bill Clinton for an announcement. “We are here to celebrate the completion of the first survey of the entire human genome,” Clinton said. “Without a doubt, this is the most important, most wondrous map ever produced by humankind.”The “entire human genome” that Clinton was hailing didn’t come from any single person on Earth. It was an error-ridden draft, a collage of genetic material pieced together from a mix of people. And it had cost $3 billion. Rough as it was, however, its completion was a milestone in the history of science. A rough map is far better than no map at all. Scientists began to compare the human genome to the genomes of other species, in order to learn on a molecular level how we evolved from common ancestors. They could examine the twenty thousand–odd genes that encode human proteins, one at a time, to learn about how they helped make a human and how they helped make us sick.In 2001, Grace and I couldn’t expect to see the genome of our child, to examine in fine detail how our DNA combined into a new person. We might as well have imagined buying a nuclear submarine. Instead, our genetics counselor performed a kind of verbal genome sequencing. She asked us about our families. The stories we told her gave her hints about whether mutations lurked in our chromosomes that might mix into dangerous possibilities in our child.Grace’s story was quick: Irish, through and through. Her ancestors had arrived in the United States in the early twentieth century, from Galway on one side, Kerry and Derry on the other. My story, as far as I understood it, was a muddle. My father was Jewish, and his family had come from eastern Europe in the late 1800s. Since Zimmer was German, I assumed he must have some German ancestry, too. My mother’s family was mostly English with some German mixed in, and possibly some Irish—although a bizarre family story clattered down through the generations that our ancestor who claimed to be Irish was actually Welsh, because no one would want to admit to being Welsh. Oh, I added, someone on my mother’s side of the family had definitely come over on the Mayflower. I was under the impression that he fell off the ship and had to get fished out of the Atlantic.As I spoke, I could sense my smugness dissolving at its margins. What did I really know about the people who had come before me? I could barely remember their names. How could I know anything about what I had inherited from them?Our counselor explained that my Jewish ancestry might raise the possibility of Tay-Sachs disease, a nerve-destroying disorder caused by inheriting two mutant copies of a gene called HEXA. The fact that my mother wasn’t Jewish lowered the odds that I had the mutation. And even if I did, Grace’s Irish ancestry probably meant we had nothing to worry about.The more we talked about our genes, the more alien they felt to me. My mutations seemed to flicker in my DNA like red warning lights. Maybe one of the lights was on a copy of my HEXA gene. Maybe I had others in genes that scientists had yet to name, but could still wreak havoc on our child. I had willingly become a conduit for heredity, allowing the biological past to make its way into the future. And yet I had no idea of what I was passing on.Our counselor kept trying to flush out clues. Did any relatives die of cancer? What kind? How old were they? Anyone have a stroke? I tried to build a medical pedigree for her, but all I could recall were secondhand stories. I recalled William Zimmer, my father’s father, who died in his forties from a heart attack—I think a heart attack? But didn’t an old cousin once tell me about rumors of overwork and despair? His wife, my grandmother, died of some kind of cancer, I knew. Was it her ovaries, or her lymph nodes? She had died years before I was born, and no one had wanted to burden me as a child with the oncological particulars.How, I wondered, could someone like me, with so little grasp of his own heredity, be permitted to have a child? It was then, in a panic, that I recalled an uncle I had never met. I didn’t even know he existed until I was a teenager. One day my mother told me about her brother, Harry, how she would visit Harry’s crib every morning to say hello. One morning, the crib was empty.The story left me flummoxed, outraged. It wouldn’t be until I was much older that I’d appreciate how doctors in the 1950s ordered parents to put children like Harry in a home and move on with their lives. I had no grasp of the awkward shame that would make those children all the more invisible.I tried to describe Uncle Harry to our genetics counselor, but I might as well have tried sketching a ghost. As I blathered on, I convinced myself that our child was in danger. Whatever Harry had inherited from our ancestors had traveled silently into me. And from me it had traveled to my child, in whom it would cause some sort of disaster.The counselor didn’t look worried as I spoke. That irritated me. She asked me if I knew anything about Harry’s condition. Was it fragile X? What did his hands and feet look like?I had no answers. I had never met him. I had never even tried to track him down. I suppose I had been frightened of him gazing at me as he would at any stranger. We might share some DNA, but did we share anything that really mattered?“Well,” the counselor said calmly, “fragile X is carried on the X chro- mosome. So we don’t have to worry about that.”Her calmness now looked to me like sheer incompetence. “How can you be so sure?” I asked.“We would know,” she assured me. “How would we know?” I demanded.The counselor smiled with the steadiness of a diplomat meeting a dictator. “You’d be severely retarded,” she said.She started to draw again, just to make sure I understood what she was saying. Women have two X chromosomes, she explained, and men have one X and one Y. A woman with a fragile X mutation on one copy of her X chromosome will be healthy, because her other X chromosome can compensate. Men have no backup. If I carried the mutation, it would have been obvious from when I was a baby.I listened to the rest of her lesson without interrupting.A few months later, Grace gave birth to our child, a girl as it turned out. We named her Charlotte. When I carried her out of the hospital in a baby seat, I couldn’t believe that we were being entrusted with this life. She didn’t display any sign of a hereditary disease. She grew and thrived. I looked for heredity’s prints on Charlotte’s clay. I inspected her face, aligning photos of her with snapshots of Grace as a baby. Sometimes I thought I could hear heredity. To my ear, at least, she has her mother’s laugh.As I write this, Charlotte is now fifteen. She has a thirteen-year-old sister named Veronica. Watching them grow up, I have pondered heredity even more. I wondered about the source of their different shades of skin color, the tint of their irises, Charlotte’s obsession with the dark matter of the universe, or Veronica’s gift for singing. (“She didn’t get that from me.” “Well, she certainly didn’t get it from me.”)Those thoughts led me to wonder about heredity itself. It is a word that we all know. Nobody needs an introduction to it, the way we might to mei­ osis or allele. We all feel like we’re on a first name basis with heredity. We use it to make sense of some of the most important parts of our lives. Yet it means many different things to us, which often don’t line up with each other. Heredity is why we’re like our ancestors. Heredity is the inheritance of a gift, or of a curse. Heredity defines us through our biological past. It also gives us a chance at immortality by extending heredity into the future.I began to dig into heredity’s history, and ended up in an underground palace. For millennia, humans have told stories about how the past gave rise to the present, how people resemble their parents—or, for some reason, do not. And yet no one used the word heredity as we do today before the 1700s. The modern concept of heredity, as a matter worthy of scientific investigation, didn’t gel for another century after that. Charles Darwin helped turn it into a scientific question, a question he did his best to answer. He failed spectacularly. In the early 1900s, the birth of genetics seemed to offer an answer at last. Gradually, people translated their old notions and values about heredity into a language of genes. As the technology for studying genes grew cheaper and faster, people became comfortable with examining their own DNA. They began to order genetic tests to link themselves to missing parents, to distant ancestors, to racial identities. Genes became the blessing and the curse that our ancestors bestowed on us.But very often genes cannot give us what we really want from heredity. Each of us carries an amalgam of fragments of DNA, stitched together from some of our many ancestors. Each piece has its own ancestry, traveling a different path back through human history. A particular fragment may sometimes be cause for worry, but most of our DNA influences who were are—our appearance, our height, our penchants—in inconceivably subtle ways.While we may expect too much from our inherited genes, we also don’t give heredity the full credit it’s due. We’ve come to define heredity purely as the genes that parents pass down to their children. But heredity continues within us, as a single cell gives rise to a pedigree of trillions of cells that make up our entire bodies. And if we want to say we inherit genes from our ancestors—using a word that once referred to kingdoms and estates—then we should consider the possibility that we inherit other things that matter greatly to our existence, from the microbes that swarm our bodies to the technology we use to make life more comfortable for ourselves. We should try to redefine the word heredity, to create a more generous definition that’s closer to nature than to our demands and fears.I woke up one bright September morning and hoisted Charlotte, now two months old, from her crib. As Grace caught up on her sleep, I carried Charlotte to the living room, trying to keep her quiet. She was irascible, and the only way I could calm her was to bounce her in my arms. To fill the morning hours, I kept the television on: the chatter of local news and celebrity trivia, the pleasant weather forecast, a passing report of a small fire in an office at the World Trade Center.Having been a father for all of two months had made me keenly aware of the ocean of words that surrounded my family. They flowed from our television and from the mouths of friends; they looked up from newspapers and leaped down from billboards. For now, Charlotte could not make sense of these words, but they were washing over her anyway, molding her developing brain to take on the capacity for language. She would inherit English from us, along with the genes in her cells.She would inherit a world as well, a human-shaped environment that would help determine the opportunities and limits of her life. Before that morning, I felt familiar with that world. It would boast brain surgery and probes headed for Saturn. It would also be a world of spreading asphalt and shrinking forests. But the fire grew that morning, and the television hosts mentioned reports that a plane had crashed into it. I rocked Charlotte as the television wove between ads and cooking tips and a second plane crashing into the second tower. The day mushroomed into catastrophe.Charlotte’s fussing faded into sleepy comfort. She looked up at me and I down at her. I realized how consumed I had become with wondering what versions of DNA she might have inherited from me. I kept my arms folded tightly around her, wondering now what sort of world she was inheriting. Read more

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⭐I had just taken a genetics class, and it whet my appetite for more. I’ve read Carl Zimmer’s books before, and find that he does the necessary research so that he knows what he is talking about. Genetics seems to be all the rage right now, with different companies saying they can tell you all about your DNA, and what possible diseases you might have. And CRISPR is all in the news with people saying we can control our DNA, and determine who is born with what. Of course, as a field, my nurses and pre-med students that I teach need to know about genetics, much more than I did when I was in medical school for Neuroscience. Now I regret not spending more time on this field, as it took over quickly.I highly recommend that this book is the second thing to read after learning the basics about genetics, otherwise the reader will end up mightily confused! Zimmer assumes that the reader knows something about genetics, and he gives a lot more information to add to the basics. Genetics isn’t an easy topic…we are just barely scratching the surface even after 200 some odd years. One reader claimed Zimmer fell short on epigenetics. Maybe, but he made up for it in other places. I was especially impressed with what he said about eugenics. Back before Hitler made his rounds, Darwin’s cousin and various other men decided to put people into classes…those with good genes and those with bad genes. Of course, this usually included the disabled, and the horror of it, is that eugenics is raising it’s ugly head again thanks to Trump and other over-priviledged white men. Including James Watson who absconded with Rosalind Franklin’s picture of DNA…he’s already stated “let’s get rid of all the ugly women” and has remarked about getting rid of Deafness (and I’m Deaf). Most people become Deaf now due to ear buds, not diseases and not due to genetics.I got a little perturbed at the end of the book because Zimmer got into his ethical rant mode. That’s fine, we all get overexcited about certain topics…mine is vaccination, because I’m a rubella baby. I’m sure my students get tired of it…Anyway, enough of my rant. If you are interested in all the business about genetics, epigenetics, the possibility that we will do the wrong things with it…this is definitely a must read book.

⭐El autor hilvana los capítulos de forma maestra para mantener el interés del lector. A pesar de que los temas mantienen un foco central, es cierto también que son diferentes pero ello no hace que el interés disminuya.Los temas, complejos de por sí, son presentados tan bien que son comprensibles para un lego en la materia.De otro lado, más allá de la calidad en la redacción del texto, Zimmer nos presenta temas de mucho interés para el futuro de la medicina y de la definición misma de ser humano en cuanto a su contenido hereditario, sin dejar de lado los aspectos éticos que se derivan de ellos. O sea, de tocan las diversas aristas de la herencia biológica de firma clara, divertida e interesante.

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⭐She Has Her Mother’s Laugh by Carl Zimmer is not a quick read, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t read it if you have an interest in genes, genetics, heredity, or genealogy. In fact, if you have an interest in any of those things, I highly recommend reading this book. Are there a lot of scientific terms and concepts? Yes (but come on, how could there not be?) Zimmer breaks those concepts down using interesting examples so that the book is accessible to the general reader.This book takes you beyond what you learned in high school biology. Some of the things I learned: Lactose intolerance is more common than tolerance. Thank goodness I got the right gene for that! A woman can give birth to a child, with a court-appointed witness, and still have a DNA test show she isn’t the mother. WHAT? Also, pregnant women will still carry cells and DNA from their child after giving birth. I took that as a cautionary tale to pick your baby daddy wisely. Even more mind-blowing….genetic chimeras. I’m not even going to try to explain it although if you have a calico cat congratulations. But there are also human chimeras. Oooo, you’ll have to read the book.

⭐The title of this book drew me in and made me think it would be a nice Christmas gift for all three of my adult children. I meant to order three new hardcover books. I must have accidentally hit used. So when the first one arrived alone and was used, I was nervous about what the other two would look like. The three kids would be together opening them, so a bad one would look truly bad. Fortunately, they were all in good shape as used books. Thanks!

⭐Public understanding of heredity has profound consequences for many dimensions, including research funding, toxicology, medicine, regulation, and even warfare. For example, warped views of heredity fueled ideologies that killed tens of millions in WWII and more recently has funneled the bulk of precious research dollars into the ridiculously shallow box of genetic causation for today’s public health crises. Because our limited views of heredity need a sweeping update, I give this book 5 stars for its scope, ambition, and exquisite quality of execution. It takes us a solid step in the right direction, and will greatly enrich public dialogue.Sadly, the book does falter in one key area—Zimmer’s weak treatment of epigenetic inheritance. First, he mistakenly calls it a “new flavor of Lamarckism,” which is incorrect. The research in this area largely involves direct exposures to early germ cells, and the heritable consequences thereof, and not with some fluffy idea about “acquired characteristics” wending their way into the germline. Moreover, while Zimmer briefly mentions nutrition, plasticizers, and pesticides as exposures that may influence nongenetic germline-borne heredity, he altogether ignores the compelling and deeply troubling evidence of generational pathology caused by the toxic pregnancy drug diethylstilbestrol (DES). How he could have overlooked heritable consequences of the greatest medical catastrophe of our age, yet decide to devote 2/3 of a page to an uber-skeptic like Kevin Mitchell is beyond me. But fear not, good readers, the other 99.99% of the book is outstanding and deserves your attention.

⭐Carl Zimmer is an excellent writer and story teller. But it just made this book too long. The first half of the book, 250 pages odd, is basically a social history of how hereditary has been misunderstood, misinterpreted and misused for social/political reasons. All very interesting but I thought I had bought a book about modern genetics.The second half of the book was a lot more interesting following our increasing understanding of genetics and bringing us up to date with some of the latest research. But even then it was told in the form of stories and discussions with scientists. Rather than explaining the actual science the book focuses on the scientific drama leading to scientific break-throughs.In summary, a well written book but comes across as an overly long awkward mix of social and political history, philosophy, scientific endeavours and actual science explained.

⭐I often buy these ‘popular science’ books, start them and then get bored reading them. This one was an exception. It is extremely well written, very informative and the perfect introduction to genetics and genetic engineering for anyone like me who has never studied biology or biochemistry. There were a few parts of the book that were quite tough going but I persevered and it all made sense in the end. An excellent book, which I highly recommend.

⭐This book provides a comprehensive history of genetics from the classic cultural definition of heredity to the emerging science of the 21st century. The last section dedicated to the future of genetic engineering and scientific advances made just in the last few decades is fascinating. A must read for anyone wishing to understand this field a bit better

⭐Extremely well researched look at the the world of DNA and how it affects our health and wellbeing

⭐Columnist brings complicated genetics to life. Very witty and engaging writer. Fascinating subject.

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