Read DB Krupp’s latest pop article in Aeon magazine!
We are pleased to announce the publication of “Duetting as a collective behavior”, co-authored with David Logue at the University of Lethbridge.
“Monsters of the Night”, my review of The Myth of the Born Criminal by Jarkko Jalava, Stephanie Griffiths, and Michael Maraun, is now live at the Literary Review of Canada. Unfortunately, I had to excise a few sentences to keep within the magazine's word limit, and a bit of context was lost in the shuffle. Count this, then, as a very brief postscript.
For five years—and probably more—I've been tinkering with an idea. I think it may be the most interesting one I've ever had, and I'm overjoyed to say that it's just been published in fine form in the Proceedings of the Royal Society B: Biological Sciences. (Don't worry: there's a video at the bottom of this page that will make sense of it, I promise. Feel free to skip to the end if you'd rather not wait.)
We live in the most peaceful time humans have ever known, but you would be forgiven for thinking otherwise. In the wake of civil war in Syria, Iraq, and South Sudan, in the news reports of a multiple homicide in your city, in the increasing layers of security you are subject to whenever you attempt the trip from the airline check-in desk to your departure gate, it is impossible not to get the impression that we live in one of the bloodiest times in history. Nevertheless, Steven Pinker has convincingly proved that impression wrong.
Over the last two weeks, media coverage of an article has repeatedly found its way into my inbox. It’s an interesting piece by Nicholas Christakis and James Fowler on the genetics of friendship. The article is very technical, but the take-away is perfectly simple: friends have more genes in common than you’d expect, except where they have fewer genes in common than what you’d expect. OK, so maybe it’s not perfectly simple.
Last January, the Wall Street Journal published a spectacularly hyperbolic letter. Written by billionaire venture capitalist Tom Perkins, it likened today’s “rich” to Jewish Germans living in the shadow of the Nazis, defended novelist Danielle Steel (Perkins’ ex-wife) against allegations of snobbery, and warned of “a rising tide of hatred of the successful one percent” that is bound to culminate in a “progressive” Kristallnacht. As this fretful piece made the rounds, it was ridiculed, partially recanted, awkwardly defended, and, as is par for the course, made worse in the retelling.