World-renowned primatologist, conservationist, and humanitarian Dr. Jane Goodall’s account of her life among the wild chimpanzees of Gombe is one of the most enthralling stories of animal behavior ever written. Her adventure began when the famous anthropologist Dr. Louis Leakey suggested that a long-term study of chimpanzees in the wild might shed light on the behavior of our closest living relatives. Accompanied by only her mother and her African assistants, she set up camp in the remote Gombe Stream Chimpanzee Reserve in Tanzania. For months the project seemed hopeless; out in the forest from dawn until dark, she had but fleeting glimpses of frightened animals. But gradually she won their trust and was able to record previously unknown behavior, such as the use—and even the making— of tools, until then believed to be an exclusive skill of man. As she came to know the chimps as individuals, she began to understand their complicated social hierarchy and observed many extraordinary behaviors, which have forever changed our understanding of the profound connection between humans and chimpanzees.
In the Shadow of Man is “one of the Western world’s great scientific achievements” (Stephen Jay Gould) and a vivid, essential journey of discovery for each new generation of readers.
About the Author
Jane Goodall continues to study and write about primate behavior. She has founded the Gombe Stream Research Center in Gombe National Park, Tanzania, and the Jane Goodall Institute for Wild Life Research, Education and Conservation, to provide ongoing support for field research on wild chimpanzees. Dr. Goodall's scores of honors include the Medal of Tanzania, the National Geographic Society's Hubbard Medal, the Kyoto Prize, the Prince of Asturias Award for Technical and Scientific Research, the Benjamin Franklin Medal in Life Science, and the Gandhi/King Award for Nonviolence. In 2002 she was named a United Nations "Messenger of Peace." She is the author of several books, including two autobiographies in letters, Africa in My Blood and Beyond Innocence. Today Dr. Goodall spends much of her time lecturing, sharing her message of hope for the future and encouraging young people to make a difference in their world.
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SINCE DAWN I had climbed up and down the steep mountain slopes and pushed my way through the dense valley forests. Again and again I had stopped to listen, or to gaze through binoculars at the surrounding countryside. Yet I had neither heard nor seen a single chimpanzee, and now it was already five o’clock. In two hours darkness would fall over the rugged terrain of the Gombe Stream Chimpanzee Reserve. I settled down at my favorite vantage point, the Peak, hoping that at least I might see a chimpanzee make his nest for the night before I had to stop work for the day.
I was watching a troop of monkeys in the forested valley below when suddenly I heard the screaming of a young chimpanzee. Quickly I scanned the trees with my binoculars, but the sound had died away before I could locate the exact place, and it took several minutes of searching before I saw four chimpanzees. The slight squabble was over and they were all feeding peacefully on some yellow plumlike fruits.
The distance between us was too great for me to make detailed observations, so I decided to try to get closer. I surveyed the trees close to the group: if I could manage to get to that large fig without frightening the chimpanzees, I thought, I would get an excellent view. It took me about ten minutes to make the journey. As I moved cautiously around the thick gnarled trunk of the fig I realized that the chimpanzees had gone; the branches of the fruit tree were empty. The same old feeling of depression clawed at me. Once again the chimpanzees had seen me and silently fled. Then all at once my heart missed several beats.
Less than twenty yards away from me two male chimpanzees were sitting on the ground staring at me intently. Scarcely breathing, I waited for the sudden panic-stricken flight that normally followed a surprise encounter between myself and the chimpanzees at close quarters. But nothing of the sort happened. The two large chimps simply continued to gaze at me. Very slowly I sat down, and after a few more moments, the two calmly began to groom one another.
As I watched, still scarcely believing it was true, I saw two more chimpanzee heads peering at me over the grass from the other
side of a small forest glade: a female and a youngster. They bobbed down as I turned my head toward them, but soon reappeared, one after the other, in the lower branches of a tree about forty yards away. There they sat, almost motionless, watching me.
For over half a year I had been trying to overcome the chimpanzees’ inherent fear of me, the fear that made them vanish into the undergrowth whenever I approached. At first they had fled even when I was as far away as five hundred yards and on the other side of a ravine. Now two males were sitting so close that I could almost hear them breathing.
Without any doubt whatsoever, this was the proudest moment I had known. I had been accepted by the two magnificent creatures grooming each other in front of me. I knew them both—David Graybeard, who had always been the least afraid of me, was one and the other was Goliath, not the giant his name implies but of superb physique and the highest-ranking of all the males. Their coats gleamed vivid black in the softening light of the evening.
For more than ten minutes David Graybeard and Goliath sat grooming each other, and then, just before the sun vanished over the horizon behind me, David got up and stood staring at me. And it so happened that my elongated evening shadow fell across him. The moment is etched deep into my memory: the excitement of the first close contact with a wild chimpanzee and the freakish chance that cast my shadow over David even as he seemed to gaze into my eyes. Later it acquired an almost allegorical significance, for of all living creatures today only man, with his superior brain, his superior intellect, overshadows the chimpanzee. Only man casts his shadow of doom over the freedom of the chimpanzee in the forests with his guns and his spreading settlements and cultivation. At that moment, however, I did not think of this. I only marveled in David and Goliath themselves.
The depression and despair that had so often visited me during the preceding months were as nothing compared to the exultation I felt when the group had finally moved away and I was hastening down the darkening mountainside to my tent on the shores of Lake Tanganyika.
It had all begun three years before when I had met Dr. L. S. B. Leakey, the well-known anthropologist and paleontologist, in Nairobi. Or perhaps it had begun in my earliest childhood. When I was just over one year old my mother gave me a toy chimpanzee, a large hairy model celebrating the birth of the first chimpanzee infant ever born in the London zoo. Most of my mother’s friends were horrified and predicted that the ghastly creature would give a small child nightmares; but Jubilee (as the celebrated infant itself was named) was my most loved possession and accompanied me on all my childhood travels. I still have the worn old toy.
Quite apart from Jubilee, I had been fascinated by live animals from the time when I first learned to crawl. One of my earliest recollections is of the day that I hid in a small stuffy henhouse in order to see how a hen laid an egg. I emerged after about five hours. The whole household had apparently been searching for me for hours, and my mother had even rung the police to report me missing.
It was about four years later, when I was eight, that I first decided I would go to Africa and live with wild animals when I grew up. Although when I left school at eighteen I took a secretarial course and then two different jobs, the longing for Africa was still very much with me. So much so that when I received an invitation to go and stay with a school friend at her parents’ farm in Kenya I handed in my resignation the same day and left a fascinating job at a documentary film studio in order to earn my fare to Africa by working as a waitress during the summer season in Bournemouth, my home town; it was impossible to save money in London.
“If you are interested in animals,” someone said to me about a month after my arrival in Africa, “then you should meet Dr. Leakey.” I had already started on a somewhat dreary office job, since I had not wanted to overstay my welcome at my friend’s farm. I went to see Louis Leakey at what is now the National Museum of natural history in Nairobi, where at that same time he was Curator. Somehow he must have sensed that my interest in animals was not just a passing phase, but was rooted deep, for on the spot he gave me a job as an assistant secretary.
I learned much while working at the museum. The staff all were keen naturalists full of enthusiasm and were happy to share some of their boundless knowledge with me. Best of all, I was offered the chance, with one other girl, of accompanying Dr. Leakey and his wife, Mary, on one of their annual paleontologi-cal expeditions to Olduvai Gorge on the Serengeti plains. In those days, before the opening up of the Serengeti to tourists, before the discoveries of Zinjanthropus (Nutcracker man) and Homo habilis at Olduvai, the area was completely secluded: the roads and tourist buses and light aircraft that pass there today were then undreamed of.
The digging itself was fascinating. For hours, as I picked away at the ancient clay or rock of the Olduvai fault to extract the remains of creatures that had lived millions of years ago, the task would be purely routine, but from time to time, and without warning, I would be filled with awe by the sight or the feel of some bone I held in my hand. This—this very bone—had once been part of a living, breathing animal that had walked and slept and propagated its species. What had it really looked like? What color was its hair; what was the odor of its body?
It was the evenings, however, that gave those few months their special enchantment for me. When the hard work of the day was finished at about six o’clock, then Gillian, my fellow assistant, and I were free to return to camp across the sun-parched arid plains above the gorge where we had sweated all day. Olduvai in the dry season becomes almost a desert, but as we walked past the low thornbushes we often glimpsed dik-diks, those graceful miniature antelopes scarcely larger than a hare. Sometimes there would be a small herd of gazelles or giraffes, and on a few memorable occasions we saw a black rhinoceros plodding along the gorge below. Once we came face to face with a young male lion: he was no more than forty feet away when we heard his soft growl and peered around to see him on the other side of a small bush. We were down in the bottom of the gorge where the vegetation is comparatively thick in parts; slowly we backed away while he watched, his tail twitching. Then, out of curiosity I suppose, he followed us as we walked deliberately across the gorge toward the open, treeless plains on the other side. As we began to climb upward he vanished into the vegetation and we did not see him again.
Toward the end of our time at Olduvai Louis Leakey began to talk to me about a group of chimpanzees living on the shores of Lake Tanganyika. The chimpanzee is found only in Africa, where it ranges across the equatorial forest belt from the west coast to a point just east of Lake Tanganyika. The group Louis was referring to comprised chimpanzees of the Eastern or Longhaired variety, Pan troglodytes schweinfurthi, as they are labeled by taxonomists. Louis described their habitat as mountainous, rugged, and completely cut off from civilization. He spoke for a while of the dedication and patience that would be required of any person who tried to study them.
Only one man, Louis told me, had attempted to make a serious study of chimpanzee behavior in the wild, and Professor Henry W. Nissen, who had done this pioneering work, had only been able to spend two and a half months in the field—in French Guinea. Louis said that no one could expect to accomplish much in such a short time; two years would scarcely be long enough. Much more Louis told me during that first talk. He was, he said, particularly interested in the behavior of a group of chimpanzees living on the shores of a lake—for the remains of prehistoric man were often found on a lakeshore and it was possible that an understanding of chimpanzee behavior today might shed light on the behavior of our stone age ancestors.
I could hardly believe that he spoke seriously when, after a pause, he asked me if I would be willing to tackle the job. Although it was the sort of thing I most wanted to do, I was not qualified to undertake a scientific study of animal behavior. Louis, however, knew exactly what he was doing. Not only did he feel that a university training was unnecessary, but even that in some ways it might have been disadvantageous. He wanted someone with a mind uncluttered and unbiased by theory who would make the study for no other reason than a real desire for knowledge; and, in addition, someone with a sympathetic understanding of animals.
Once I had agreed wholeheartedly and enthusiastically to undertake the work, Louis embarked on the difficult task of raising the necessary funds. He had to convince someone of the need for the study itself, and also that a young and unqualified girl was the right person to attempt it. Eventually the Wilkie Foundation in Des Plaines, Illinois, agreed to contribute a sum sufficient to cover the necessary capital expenses—a small boat, a tent, and air fares—and an initial six months in the field. I shall always be immensely grateful to Mr. Leighton Wilkie, who, trusting -Louis’s judgment, gave me the chance to prove myself.
By this time I was back in England, but as soon as I heard the news I made arrangements to return to Africa. The government officials in Kigoma, in whose area I would be working, had agreed to my proposed study, but they were adamant on one score: they would not hear of a young English girl living in the bush alone without a European companion. And so my mother, Vanne Goodall, who had already been out to Africa for a few months, volunteered to accompany me on my new venture.
When we reached Nairobi in 1960 everything at first went well. The Gombe Stream Chimpanzee Reserve (now the Gombe National Park), the home of my chimpanzee group, fell under the jurisdiction of the Tanganyika Game Department, and the Chief Game Warden was most helpful in sending the necessary permits for me to work in the reserve. He also sent much useful information about the conditions there—the altitude and temperature, type of terrain and vegetation, the animals I might expect to encounter. Word had come through that the small aluminum boat Louis had bought had arrived safely in Kigoma. And Dr. Bernard Verdcourt, Director of the East African Herbarium, volunteered to drive Vanne and me to Kigoma; he would be able to collect plant specimens on the way, and also in the botanically little-known Kigoma area.
Just as we were ready to leave came the first setback. The District Commissioner of the Kigoma region sent word that there was trouble among the African fishermen on the beaches of the chimpanzee reserve. The Game Ranger for the area had gone there to try to sort things out, but in the meantime it would not be possible for me to begin my work.
Fortunately Louis immediately put forward the suggestion that I should make a short trial study of the vervet monkeys on an island in Lake Victoria. Within a week Vanne and I were on his motor launch chugging lazily over the shallow muddy water of the lake to uninhabited Lolui Island. With us were Hassan, captain of the little launch, and his assistant, both Africans of the Kakamega tribe. Hassan, who later joined me at the chimpanzee reserve, is a wonderful person. Always calm and rather stately, he is wonderful in an emergency, and with his sense of humor and intelligence makes a fine companion. At that time he had worked for Louis for nearly thirty years.
It was three weeks before we received a radio message recalling us to Nairobi, and those three weeks were full of enchantment. At night we slept on the boat anchored just off the island and were lulled by the gentle rocking swell of the lake. Every morning just before sunrise Hassan rowed me ashore in the dinghy and I remained on the island watching the monkeys until dusk—or even later on those evenings when the moon was bright. Then I met Hassan on the lakeshore and he rowed me back to the boat. Over our meager supper, usually consisting of baked beans, eggs, or tinned sausages, Vanne and I exchanged our news of the day.
The short study of the troop of monkeys taught me a good deal about such things as note-taking in the field, the sort of clothes to wear, the movements a wild monkey will tolerate in a human observer and those it will not. Although the chimpanzees reacted quite differently in many ways, the things I learned at Lolui were very helpful when I started work at the Gombe Stream.
I was sorry, in a way, when the expected message came one evening, for it meant leaving the vervets just as I was beginning to learn about their behavior, just as I had become familiar with the different individuals of the troop. It is never easy to leave a job unfinished. Once we reached Nairobi, however, I could think of nothing save the excitement of the eight-hundred-mile journey to Kigoma—and the chimpanzees. Nearly everything had been ready before we left for Lolui, so it was only a few days before we were able to set off with Bernard Verdcourt for Kigoma.
The journey itself was fairly uneventful, although we had three minor breakdowns and the Land-Rover was so badly overloaded with all our equipment that it swayed dangerously if we went too fast. When we reached Kigoma, however, after a dusty three days on the road, we found the whole town in a state of chaos. Since we had left Nairobi violence and bloodshed had erupted in the Congo, which lay only some twenty-five miles to the west of Kigoma, on the other side of Lake Tanganyika. Kigoma was overrun by boatloads of Belgian refugees. It was Sunday when we drove for the first time down the avenue of mango trees that shade Kigoma’s one main street. Everything was closed, and we could find no official to help us.
Eventually we ran the District Commissioner to earth, and he explained, regretfully but firmly, that there was no chance at all of my proceeding to the chimpanzee reserve. First it was necessary to wait and find out how the local Kigoma district Africans would react to the tales of rioting and disorder in the Congo. It was a blow, but there was little time for moping.
We booked ourselves a room each at one of the two hotels. This luxury did not last long, because another boatload of refugees arrived that evening and every available inch of space was needed. Vanne and I doubled up, squeezing ourselves into the small amount of room left over after we had crammed in all our equipment from the Land-Rover. Bernard shared his room with two homeless Belgians, and we even got out our three camp beds and lent them to the harassed hotel owner. Every room was crammed, but these refugees were in paradise compared to those temporarily housed in the huge warehouse, normally used for storing cargo on its way across the lake to or from the Congo. There everyone slept in long rows on mattresses or merely blankets on the cement floor, and queued up in their hundreds for the scant meals that Kigoma was able to provide for them.
Very soon Vanne, Bernard, and I had made the acquaintance of a number of Kigoma’s residents. We offered to help with the catering and this offer was eagerly accepted. On our second evening in Kigoma we three and a few others made two thousand Spam sandwiches. These were finally stacked neatly in wet cloths in large tin trunks that were carted off to the warehouse. Later we helped to hand them out to the refugees, together with soup, some fruit, chocolate, cigarettes, and drinks. I have never been able to face tinned Spam since.
Two evenings later most of the refugees had gone, carried off by a series of extra trains to Tanganyika’s capital, Dar es Salaam. The hustle of activity was over, but still we were not allowed to leave for the chimpanzee reserve. We all became somewhat depressed. My funds did not permit Vanne and me to stay on at the hotel, so we decided to put up a temporary camp somewhere. When we inquired where we could do this, we were directed to the grounds of the Kigoma prison. This was not as bad as it sounds, since the grounds, which are beautifully kept, overlook the lake and at that time of year the citrus trees all around were groaning under the weight of sweet-smelling oranges and tangerines. The mosquitoes in the evening were terrible, though.
During our period of enforced inactivity we came to know the tiny town of Kigoma quite well—it is more like a village by European or American standards. The hub of activity was down by the lakeshore, where the natural harbor offers anchorage to the boats plying up and down the lake to Burundi, Zambia, Malawi, and across to the Congo in the west. Near the lake, too, are the government administrative offices, the police station, the railway station, and the post office.
One of the most fascinating aspects of any small town in Africa is the colorful fruit and vegetable market, where the merchandise is offered for sale in small piles, each of which has been accurately counted and priced. In Kigoma market we found that the more prosperous traders operated from under a lofty stone awning; the others sat on the red earth of the main market square, their wares neatly set out on sacking or on the ground itself. Bananas, green and yellow oranges, and dark purple, wrinkled passion fruits were displayed in profusion, and there were bottles and jars of glowing red cooking oil made from the fruit of oil nut palms.
Kigoma boasts one main street, which slopes upward from the administrative center and runs through the main part of Kigoma. On either side it is flanked by tall shady mango trees and countless tiny stores, or dukas, as they are called throughout East Africa. It amazed us, as we walked through Kigoma, that so many stores could survive when they all appeared to sell similar goods. Again and again we saw piles of kettles and crockery, sneakers and shirts, torches and alarm clocks. Most stores were brightened by great squares of brilliantly colored material sold in pairs to the African women and known as kangas. One square is wrapped around under the arms and hangs down just below the knees; the other becomes a headdress. Outside some of the dukas a tailor worked at his foot-operated sewing machine, and an old Indian sat in the dust outside the tiny shoe shop using his feet like extra hands to hold the leather as he sewed and tacked and glued shoes together. He was so skillful that it was a delight to watch him.
We became better acquainted with several Kigoma residents during these days; they were mostly government officials and their wives, and we found them very friendly and hospitable. One evening Vanne, not wanting to rebuff any of our new-found friends, accepted two offers of a hot bath. Bernard, who was convinced that we were both slightly mad anyway, drove her stoically from house to house to keep her appointments without giving her away.
When we had been in Kigoma just over a week David -Anstey, the Game Ranger who had been sorting out the troubles between the fishermen at the Gombe Stream Reserve, returned to Kigoma. He and the District Commissioner had a long conference, the outcome of which was that I was given official permission to proceed to the Gombe Stream. By this time I had almost given up hope of ever seeing a chimpanzee; I had convinced myself that at any minute we would be ordered back to Nairobi. When I found myself on the government launch that had been lent to us for transporting all our equipment, including our twelve-foot dinghy, the expedition had taken on a dreamlike quality. As the engine sprang to life and the anchor was drawn, we waved goodbye to Bernard and were soon steaming out of Kigoma harbor and turning northward along the eastern shores of the lake. I can remember looking down into the incredibly clear water and thinking to myself, I expect the boat will sink, or I shall fall overboard and be eaten by a crocodile. But good luck was with us.
Table of Contents
PREFACE BY JANE GOODALL XI
FOREWORD BY RICHARD WRANGHAM XX
1 BEGINNINGS 1
2 EARLY DAYS 13
3 FIRST OBSERVATIONS 24
4 CAMP LIFE 38
5 THE RAINS 51
6 THE CHIMPS COME TO CAMP 63
7 FLO’S SEX LIFE 78
8 THE FEEDING STATION 88
9 FLO AND HER FAMILY 100
10 THE HIERARCHY 111
11 THE GROWTH OF THE RESEARCH CENTER 129
12 THE INFANT 144
13 THE CHILD 158
14 THE ADOLESCENT 170
15 ADULT RELATIONSHIPS 181
16 BABOONS AND PREDATION 194
17 DEATH 210
18 MOTHER AND CHILD 221
19 IN THE SHADOW OF MAN 234
20 MAN’S INHUMANITY 248
21 FAMILY POSTSCRIPT 253
A. STAGES OF DEVELOPMENT 269
B. FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND CALLS 271
C. WEAPON AND TOOL USE 275
D. DIET 279
E. CHIMPANZEE AND HUMAN BEHAVIOR 282
ABOUT THE JANE GOODALL INSTITUTE 303
What People are Saying About This
Stephen Jay Gould
Jane Goodall's work with chimpanzees represents one of the Western world's great scientific achievements.
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I am a sophomore in high school and I read this book for a research project and I enjoyed it very much. I wasn't sure how I would feel about reading this book because I knew little about Jane Goodall and wasn't sure if I would find anything interesting, but i ended up liking it a lot. From the first page, I felt as if I were Jane Goodall and I could pitcure Tanzania, Africa with a pair of binoculars looking for chimpanzees through the jungle. What I think I liked the most was that my edition of "In The Shadow of Man" had little sections of just pictures of Jane, chimpanzees, and the scenery of Africa and even cooler, a section in the back that talks about facial exsperions of chimpanzees and describes what chimpanzees' faces look like when they might be angry, sad, or happy. Overall I liked this book and I would recommend it to both my friends and family
I am a high school sophomore student and I read this book for a research project. This was the first time I had ever learned or heard about Jane Goodall but saw this book as one of her most popular. This book describes her life working with the chimpanzees and how her discoveries and relationship grew over time. This is a book I highly recommend because it is a simple and easy book to read. I myself did not have to reread many passages as I have done in other books. Not only that but it is very interesting as well. In each chapter, there is something new whether she learns about herself or improves her relationship with the chimpanzees. The book is written in a excellent way in which you get visuals of what is occurring and gives you an imagination of her experiences. After reading this book, I hope to learn more and read other books about Jane Goodall. This book gave me a different perspective when seeing nature and all that is around us, including the animals. I will definitely recommend this book to my friends and family. I know they will enjoy it and love it just as much as I did!
I am a high school sophomore student who is doing a research project and I read this book. I really enjoyed readingIn the Shadow of a Man. I found it very intelligent and very informative. It focuses on Jane's journey andexperience with the chimpanzees in Gombe. The way Jane Goodall describes her experience in Gombe and withthe chimpanzees always kept me on the edge of my seat. I think it is the imagery and the language she uses. I enjoyed learning about her experiences with the chimpanzees and how they are a lot like us in many ways. Such as, how they make tools just like us to help us in our daily lives. I really liked the pictures of her interactions with the chimpanzees, it gave me a vivid picture that I imagined while reading. I also found the appendixes helpful. It was very interesting to read about the chimpanzees facial expressions and what they mean and why they do it. Although, I have to say when chapters did not involve the chimps and her interacting with them, I found it not as exciting. Besides that, it is a wonderful book to read. I would recommend this book to high school students. It is very interesting to hear first hand from Jane Goodall what she experienced in Gombe and what she learned.
Helpful insight into human relations and those of chimpanzees Jane Goodall provides an insight into chimpanzees and humans alike. Throughout the entire book, I found myself relating chimp’s behavior to my life and the people and forces around me. This book really put in perspective for me the necessary elements of life including those of companionship, love, sustenance, and survival instincts. Goodall follows the mammals through all kinds of terrain, weather, and circumstances so you feel as though there is no doubt about her knowledge and observations. This novel certainly has credentials and the forward goes into detail on her expertise-as if the drawings and sounds of the chimpanzees in the back isn’t enough. I believe that this book is touching, in more ways than just happy. The animals who are the focus of this novel are faced with suffering and outstanding circumstances. The end of this book is more morbid and has a slightly different tone than the rest but is as informative and captivating as the beginning section. Overall, I would recommend this book to anyone who is at all interested in the subject matter. I found it for the most part enjoyable, and very thought provoking.
A GREAT READ Overall I really enjoyed this book. This is a great book for animal loves as well as those who would like to know more about Jane Goodall’s adventures with the chimpanzees. I liked that this book had a good balance of information between the chimpanzees and Jane Goodall’s actual journey. The pictures in the book are absolutely amazing! You get to put a face to pretty much every chimp in the book. That really helps you picture everything as you are reading the book. Another thing I like about the book is the attention to detail. You really get the feeling of how Jane feels about not only the chimps but the other people she is with. The only thing that I didn’t like about this book is that it is a little slow to get into and the book is a little long but other than that I loved this book. If you are and have always been an animal lover than this is a GREAT book for you, but if animals aren’t really your thing I don’t recommend this book for you. If you like Jane Goodall’s writing I would recommend all of her books, they are all fantastic! Hope you enjoy In the Shadow of Man as much as I did! Happy reading!
I am a high school sophomore and I read this book for my research project. I have been interested in Jane Goodall since I was a young child and I love anything involving primates. I was not disappointed to learn more about Jane's life. She is a fascinating woman who has had many adventures. I really like the portion where she shared her personal life with her first husband, son and the tragic death of her second husband. She made everything about her life seem interesting and she is very clever.
I am a high school sophomore and I read this book for a research project. I really enjoyed reading the book. It had a lot of information about Jane's early life in London, England and a lot of information and detail of her personal life. The excellent details give the reader an image of what she was expiring living in Tanzania. Without the captivating details, I would not have been as drawn or entertained as I was. Towards the middle of the book, I was not as interested as I was in the beginning. I think I was not as drawn to the book because of the excessive detail Jane uses to describe every chimpanzee she establishes a connection with. Jane goes into naming all of the chimpanzees and describing their individual personalities. The pictures provided were also very interesting for me and for any reader. In my opinion, it is a great read for anyone interested in chimpanzees mostly and Jane Goodall's early life and part of her life in Gombe. I was expecting Jane to describe more of her experience in Gombe rather than talk about her chimps. Overall, I very much enjoyed this book and I am glad my teacher recommended it to me.
I am a high school sophmore and had to read this book for a research project. At the beginning of the book, I was very curious to learn about Jane Goodall and her research in Africa. The book did not answer many of my questions, but it did give me opportunities to use quotes from the book. I did learn a lot about her work with the chimpanzees but I wish I could've learned a bit more on Jane. In parts of the book, the detail was excessive in detail, however, the detail is what made me understand what exactly was happening. My favorite part of the book was reading about the interaction and actions of the chimpanzees with Jane and with each other. Learning that Jane went from a secretary job to working in Tanzania, Africa with little to nothing was the most inspiring part of the book. Learning about the people who helped her with her 55-year research was also very interesting. Overall, I did not regret choosing this book at all, it was just lacking in what I need for this project.
I am a high school sophomore and I chose to read this book for my project. In the beginning, it's interesting to learn about how she came to love animals ever since she was a child, and how that love evolved as she grew older. Jane gives a very detailed and vivid description about her scenery in the forest, I sometimes think as though I am actually there with her. I love and enjoy the chimpanzee's unique personalities that Jane observed. I thought having pictures in the book helped me get a visual on what the chimpanzees actually looked like. I learned about the many famous discoveries she had at Gombe such as Chimpanzees tool making and eating meat. Jane explains her amazing experience observing infant chimpanzees when they barely learn how to walk and evolving into adult chimpanzees, who want to become dominant. Throughout this book Jane showed her loving care and passion for these extraordinary chimpanzees. They were almost like her children, whom watched out for. It's a real eye opener to read about the numerous of struggles the chimpanzees had to deal with in their daily lives. For example, getting paralyzed because they got stuck by a horrible disease. I now have a clear understanding about chimpanzees, and how they are very similar to humans. I've learned through this book that chimpanzees are extraordinary animals that should not be caged up in zoos, but in the wild where they ultimately belong. After reading this book, I personally want to learn more about the wildlife, and the animals that are becoming extinct. I highly recommend this book to any animal lover or to anyone who is interested in the wildlife.
Touching and Inspirational I really liked In the Shadow of Man. It is a great book all about Jane Goodall’s time spent in the Gombe studying chimpanzees. It is mostly in chronological order in the beginning so the reader can discover the chimpanzees the way she did. At first the book is a little slow because she is telling about getting grants to work in the Gombe and then she talks about the people she met on the way there. The chimpanzees don’t trust her at first so you don’t get to really learn about the chimps until a few chapters in. However, overall it was an amazing book. She talks about things she discovers the first few actual interactions she has, and she is so descriptive it is like you are there seeing the chimp yourself. The stories are about the same group of chimps so you can connect and recognize certain ones. I really liked learning about David Greybeard, who was one of the first chimps she ever interacted with. At times the book can read like a paper for school, but most of the time she adds enough of her own personal opinions and her feelings that it feels more like a story than a paper compiled from notes. Her writing style makes you feel like you are in the forest with her making these amazing discoveries.
A Captivating View on the Lifestyle of Chimp and Human Alike Jane Goodall’s "In the Shadow of Man" is the recollection of Goodall’s many adventures while she studied chimps at the Gombe Stream Research Center in Tanzania. She shares many comical and thoughtful stories about the fascinating creatures that, previously, no one had taken the time to look into. Goodall was very fortunate to become extremely close to a group of chimps that she had the privilege of watching for several years. Her insightful notes uncover that not only do the chimpanzees have physical traits that set them apart from one another, but each also carries a very distinct personality, mind, and heart. As Goodall follows these magnificent apes, the reader quickly becomes infatuated with their behavior. They smile when an infant takes his first steps, their heart races as the chimps are challenged by baboons, and they cry when their chimps’ lives get particularly difficult. These animals are quite unlike any beast we’ve seen before, which is why Goodall is able to question the reader about our treatment of them. As the chimps make new discoveries and developments, Goodall connects them with that of a primitive man. Her comparisons are both interesting and logical. The similarities between man and ape that Goodall brings to the surface cause one to question many issues outside of the Gombe Stream Research Center. Should we limit deforestation to protect chimpanzee’s habitats? Is it inhumane to put these animals through lab testing because they are, in fact, aware of what’s being done to them? Could the chimpanzee help us better understand the evolution of man? Her connections force us to think twice about the mistreatment of these amazing apes. This book is ideal for someone with a deep love of animals or an interest in man’s closest relative. The stories of Goodall’s studies are truly incredible and stimulating. However, the book can become very slow and tedious. Chimps are like humans…habitual. And this doesn’t make for the most action-packed novel; although if you have the patience, these chimpanzees will sneak up into your heart and take your breath away. This book can carry you away into a far off place where chimps roam free. It can cause you to reconsider whether or not your morning latte is worth the deforestation that is leaving thousands of chimps homeless. These stories, though seemingly silly, can teach you a lot about society in the chimp world, and in the human world. Jane Goodall was blessed with the ability to pursue her dream and enlighten the world with a captivating love for the charming, charismatic, compelling chimpanzee.
The book "In the Shadow of Man" is a wonderful story about the author, Jane Goodall, who goes to Tanzania in Africa to study wild chimpanzees. When she arrives there, there aren't many people except for natives and her mother and the chimps tend to stay away from them. After a while the chimps become more accepting of humans with them and come near camp, especially to receive bananas. Finally more people researching the chimps and other species begin to come to the camp and many new things are learned about the chimpanzees. I liked many things about this book. First of all I liked how Jane Goodall named all of the major chimps in the story and throughout the book you began to have favorite chimps and ones that you didn't like as much. Another thing that I liked was how there were pictures throughout the book of the chimps so that you actually see what they looked like and what their habitat was like. One of the major messages in the book was towards the end where she talks about how they are similar to humans and how we don't give them as much credit for being smart animals although they are very similar to us. One of my favorite parts is where Jane Goodall talks about a young chimpanzee who was taught sign language by its keepers and one time one of the keepers asked the chimp in sign language "Who is that?" while the chimp was looking in the mirror and the chimp replied "It's me" which means that chimps can recognize themselves just like humans can. Over all I think that "In the Shadow of Man" was a very good book and I recommend it to anyone.
I fell in love with Goodall's book from the first page. After reading this I feel like I know all of the chimps. Their distinct personalities will tug at your heart. This book will make you laugh, cry and look at animals (not to mention humans) in a new light. I promise you will love it. The story from Gombe never ends so be sure to check out Through a Window too.