Ebifegha takes the theory of evolution for a ride and finds it wanting and in need of some creative intelligence.

Ebifegha brings forth a number of arguments against Darwinism. There is the issue of macro-evolution—from bacteria to human, a transformation, as opposed to bacteria to bacteria, a micro-evolutionary modification—which requires such vast spans of time that it’s not scientifically testable, repeatable or falsifiable. The fossil record is incomplete; the lack of transitional stages is disturbing. There is the indisputably important immaterial realm—the mind in relation to the material brain, or the soul or spirit, and the relative qualities thereof between species—again which science, inextricably linked to materialism, has yet to satisfyingly address. Most damningly, evolutionary theory has not been able to nail down the mechanism of life’s origin, the moment of creation. And as creation precedes evolution, and evolution is thus subordinate, then evolutionary theory is built on a house of cards sustaining a particular, errant worldview. One needn’t be a dyed-in-the-wool Darwinist or macro-evolutionist or materialist to find problems here, and much of the rest of Ebifegha’s presentation seems sketched out at best. He speaks of disciplinary limitations—science vis-à-vis immateriality—but does it follow that science ought not investigate the material side even if the whole picture is compromised? He decries evolutionists as not working with “veridical facts”—what other kind are there?—when the realm is theory, not law, and he gives scant credence that theory provokes good experiments and unexpected insights, and that evolutionary theory has been important, say, in DNA sequencing and molecular genetics. As theories go, it has been fruitful and hardly to be abandoned because it has only theories about the creation if life. Ebifegha claims that another approach has already answered that question: intelligent design, wherein we find “the evidence of creation, including God’s written and verbal claim for having created the universe. One must accept a claim that has not been and cannot now be disputed.” As an approach to understanding immateriality, that is only one, and a rather limiting, course. Ebifegha is preaching to the converted; his creation/creationist stance leaves no room for debate.


Pub Date: March 23, 2011

ISBN: 978-1450289030

Page Count: 178

Publisher: iUniverse

Review Posted Online: Jan. 16, 2012

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A wondrous mix of races, ages, genders, and social classes, and on virtually every page is a surprise.



Photographer and author Stanton returns with a companion volume to Humans of New York (2013), this one with similarly affecting photographs of New Yorkers but also with some tales from his subjects’ mouths.

Readers of the first volume—and followers of the related site on Facebook and elsewhere—will feel immediately at home. The author has continued to photograph the human zoo: folks out in the streets and in the parks, in moods ranging from parade-happy to deep despair. He includes one running feature—“Today in Microfashion,” which shows images of little children dressed up in various arresting ways. He also provides some juxtapositions, images and/or stories that are related somehow. These range from surprising to forced to barely tolerable. One shows a man with a cat on his head and a woman with a large flowered headpiece, another a construction worker proud of his body and, on the facing page, a man in a wheelchair. The emotions course along the entire continuum of human passion: love, broken love, elation, depression, playfulness, argumentativeness, madness, arrogance, humility, pride, frustration, and confusion. We see varieties of the human costume, as well, from formalwear to homeless-wear. A few celebrities appear, President Barack Obama among them. The “stories” range from single-sentence comments and quips and complaints to more lengthy tales (none longer than a couple of pages). People talk about abusive parents, exes, struggles to succeed, addiction and recovery, dramatic failures, and lifelong happiness. Some deliver minirants (a neuroscientist is especially curmudgeonly), and the children often provide the most (often unintended) humor. One little boy with a fishing pole talks about a monster fish. Toward the end, the images seem to lead us toward hope. But then…a final photograph turns the light out once again.

A wondrous mix of races, ages, genders, and social classes, and on virtually every page is a surprise.

Pub Date: Oct. 13, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-250-05890-4

Page Count: 432

Publisher: St. Martin's

Review Posted Online: July 28, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 15, 2015

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Loads of good explaining, with reminders, time and again, of how much remains unknown, neatly putting the death of science...


Bryson (I'm a Stranger Here Myself, 1999, etc.), a man who knows how to track down an explanation and make it confess, asks the hard questions of science—e.g., how did things get to be the way they are?—and, when possible, provides answers.

As he once went about making English intelligible, Bryson now attempts the same with the great moments of science, both the ideas themselves and their genesis, to resounding success. Piqued by his own ignorance on these matters, he’s egged on even more so by the people who’ve figured out—or think they’ve figured out—such things as what is in the center of the Earth. So he goes exploring, in the library and in company with scientists at work today, to get a grip on a range of topics from subatomic particles to cosmology. The aim is to deliver reports on these subjects in terms anyone can understand, and for the most part, it works. The most difficult is the nonintuitive material—time as part of space, say, or proteins inventing themselves spontaneously, without direction—and the quantum leaps unusual minds have made: as J.B.S. Haldane once put it, “The universe is not only queerer than we suppose; it is queerer than we can suppose.” Mostly, though, Bryson renders clear the evolution of continental drift, atomic structure, singularity, the extinction of the dinosaur, and a mighty host of other subjects in self-contained chapters that can be taken at a bite, rather than read wholesale. He delivers the human-interest angle on the scientists, and he keeps the reader laughing and willing to forge ahead, even over their heads: the human body, for instance, harboring enough energy “to explode with the force of thirty very large hydrogen bombs, assuming you knew how to liberate it and really wished to make a point.”

Loads of good explaining, with reminders, time and again, of how much remains unknown, neatly putting the death of science into perspective.

Pub Date: May 6, 2003

ISBN: 0-7679-0817-1

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Broadway

Review Posted Online: May 20, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 1, 2003

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