Dreaming in Turtle: A Journey Through the Passion, Profit, and Peril of Our Most Coveted Prehistoric Creatures

by Peter Laufer PhD Narrated by Richard Branson, Peter Laufer PhD

Overview

Dreaming in Turtle is a compelling story of a stalwart animal prized from prehistory through to today-an animal threatened by human greed, pragmatism, and rationalization. It stars turtles and shady and heroic human characters both, in settings ranging from luxury redoubts to degraded habitats, during a time when the confluence of easy global trade, limited supply, and inexhaustible demand has accelerated the stress on species. The growth of the middle class in high-population regions like China, where the turtle is particularly valued, feeds this perfect storm into which the turtle finds itself lashed. This is a tale not just of endangered turtles but also one of overall human failings, frailties, and vulnerabilities-all punctuated by optimistic hope for change fueled by dedicated turtle champions.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

09/17/2018
In this enlightening book, journalism professor Laufer (Forbidden Creatures) takes readers on a journey toward understanding the human impact on turtles, an order of reptiles that have existed since the time of the dinosaurs. His objective is more than pedagogic, as Laufer hopes that his work will serve as a “call to action” to stop the trafficking that has put many species on the brink of extinction. Less loftily, Laufer shares his experiences as the owner of a pet desert box turtle named Fred; those sections offer much-needed humor (as when Laufer’s wife attempts to tempt Fred with organic raspberries from Whole Foods) as a counterweight to shocking accounts of cruelty, including the practice of carving steaks from living turtles to maximize freshness. Laufer also places the issue in a broader context, concluding with this powerful observation: “if we humans force the demise of these animals connected to ages that predate us, our disdain for their environment translates by definition to a lack of adequate concern for the sanctity of our own.” Laufer’s passion for his subject translates into an unexpectedly thought-provoking cri de coeur. (Nov.)

From the Publisher

"Enlightening...Laufer's passion for his subject translates into an unexpectedly thought-provoking cri de coeur."—Publishers Weekly

"Laufer, who calls turtles 'the canaries in the coalmine called Earth where we all live,' views the process of saving them as being 'of existential importance to us all, and his book is a clear call for action...his love of [turtles] and the lore he includes makes this a highly readable book."—Kirkus Reviews

"An engrossing, well-researched celebration and study of turtles and tortoises. [A] love letter to the species that will appeal to those fascinated by turtles and who care about the conservation of endangered animals."—Library Journal

"Wonderfully episodic...Turtle rescue stories mix with tales of patrolling beaches to protect sea turtles and of catching smugglers, while tales of Fred, Laufer's box turtle, provide an emotional connection."—Booklist

“Dreaming in Turtle is a masterpiece of nature writing. It provides the reader with an in- depth look at the horrors of the illicit global trade in turtles, and is also a beautifully written cultural history of turtles from Costa Rica to China. As these shelled wonders grow rarer, they need voices like Laufer’s to call attention to their plight.”—Craig Stanford, author of The Last Tortoise

“Everyone has a turtle story, argues investigative journalist Peter Laufer in this head-spinning book on these peaceful yet exploited creatures. From the swamps of Louisiana to squalid Asian live animal markets, Laufer introduces readers to a fascinating cast of saints and sinners including turtle poachers and pet smugglers, biologists and wildlife rehabbers. Alternately poignant and funny, Dreaming in Turtle deftly explores the complexities underlying our relationships with other species generally, whether they are objects of our affection, items on the menu, or illicit sources of guitar picks and leather boots.” —Hal Herzog, author of Some We Love, Some We Hate, Some We Eat: Why It’s So Hard To Think Straight About Animals

“Peter Laufer takes us into the world of turtles, and allows those slow, steady, clumsy, primitive throwbacks-to-the-dinosaurs to capture our imagination, sympathy and love. Land and sea, as varied as you and me, they are thought to have spiritual powers and to bring positive energy and good health. And who wouldn't want to be able to disappear into one's shell occasionally? As Laufer explains, we all have a turtle story.” —Rich Minner, producer, NBC Today Show

“Dreaming in Turtle is a love song to the turtles and tortoises that have populated our legends and parables since the beginning of time. It is easy and far too fashionable to wax poetic about the charismatic beasties—'the lions and tigers and bears, oh my,' in the midst of this sixth great extinction. With this book, Peter Laufer does something harder, and far more important. His quest to explore our relationship with these very special reptiles transcends investigative journalism to become an ode to what we should aspire to in our relationship with all of nature. Prepare to fall in love, and to start dreaming in turtle.” —Mark Bauman, former senior vice president Media, Smithsonian Institution

“Looking into a turtle’s face is looking into Deep Time. As Peter Laufer explains in Dreaming In Turtle, it is also looking at the near future, at the threat of extinction of these marvelous creatures that go back to the Age of Reptiles. Read this book and understand why we humans must prevent this irreversible break with a lineage so much deeper than our own species' comparatively brief time on this planet.” —Rick Ridgeway, vice president Environmental Affairs, Patagonia

“Dreaming in Turtle is a globalized paean to the turtle in all its forms—well researched, compellingly written, and deeply moving. As a Foreign Service Officer I was involved in a number of conservation efforts in Africa, and Laufer captures in this book, better than anything else I've read, the genetic necessity to try and understand life's complexities at all levels, and how all of our living colleagues on Earth—especially the mystical turtle—are symbiotically vital to our joint futures. This fine book does us proud.” —Eric Benjaminson, former U.S. Ambassador to Gabon and to Sao Tome & Principe

Kirkus Reviews

2018-08-27

A new entry to the rapidly growing body of literature on endangered animals, this time about a species that has survived for millennia and is found around the world.

Award-winning journalist Laufer (Chair, Journalism/Univ. of Oregon; Organic: A Journalist's Quest to Discover the Truth Behind Food Labeling, 2014, etc.), who is also a documentary filmmaker and broadcaster, has traveled the globe to examine the illegal trade in turtles. He shows the horror of this practice and of both the ingenuity and the stupidity of smugglers (in one chapter, he writes about a smuggler who was caught hiding turtles in his sweatpants). Among the author's reports on poaching, vendors, chefs, and undercover agents, Laufer inserts short essays on his relationship, or attempted relationship, with his pet turtle, Fred. Another personal touch are the author's accounts of his encounters with chefs; though he was able to calmly and carefully observe the preparation of turtle soup in a kitchen, the committed vegetarian never sampled the finished dish. The brief Fred stories are welcome changes from some of the disturbing scenes that Laufer describes. An especially memorable one was filmed by a Canadian schoolgirl touring Vancouver's Chinatown, where she witnessed meat being sliced from live turtles; happily, the publicity that followed did change some Canadian regulations. Judging from the author's report, however, not nearly enough is being done to protect turtles, tortoises, and terrapins (a distinction many general readers may not know). Laufer, who calls turtles "the canaries in the coalmine called Earth where we all live," views the process of saving them as being "of existential importance to us all," and his book is a clear call for action.

The author tackles an endangered species with less obvious charm than pandas or dolphins, but his love of them and the lore he includes makes this a highly readable book.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940171447830
Publisher:	HighBridge Company
Publication date:	11/20/2018
Edition description:	Unabridged

Read an Excerpt

CHAPTER 1

THE MAJESTIC TURTLE

— Turtle Tales —

Everybody I encounter seems to have a turtle connection — from the stories of celebrity turtle fanciers (ex-49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick, the musician Slash, CNN founder Ted Turner, comedian Sandra Bernhard, artist Julian Schnabel — the list is long and varied) to the experiences of Everyman. But the bond tying humans and turtles through history (and prehistory) is severely threatened because the turtle is in jeopardy.

"Everybody has a turtle story," I suggest over a casual drink with my friends Jim and Margaret. We are sitting on their deck overlooking Bodega Bay on the Sonoma County coast in California. It is an opening line I've been using since my turtle research started, and it never fails. At first Jim looked skeptical. "Everybody has a turtle story," I insist. "You have a turtle story."

He thinks for just a moment and then agrees. There was the little box turtle Jim kept in the backyard. They lost track of each other and Jim gave up looking. Five years later he was cleaning debris off the family swimming pool and, yes, there was the box turtle — and no longer so little. Jim fished the turtle out of the pool, and it promptly disappeared again and was never found.

Margaret's turtle story stars her grandmother at the age of six or seven. She was down in the basement where the pet snapping turtle lived, and she must have been poking at it, because, according to family lore, the turtle grabbed her finger. Grannie screamed and screamed while trying to whip the turtle off her as it wind-milled on her finger. Finally she succeeded at flinging it away. Back upstairs she asked why no one came to her aid. She was, after all, screaming.

"We thought you were singing," was the response.

Margaret's and Jim's turtle stories are kid stuff compared with the image my question conjured in Andrew DeVigal's memory.

"What's your turtle story?" I ask.

"I don't have a turtle story," he protests.

But I insist. "Everyone has a turtle story."

Now a colleague of mine at the University of Oregon, former New York Times journalist DeVigal thinks a minute more and then remembers that when he, his wife, and his children were on vacation in Southern California and the family was strolling along Venice Beach, "I saw a turtle walking alone with a hat on its back and it made me think about that powerful Breaking Bad scene."

Ah, yes, quite the nasty use of a tortoise in that show.

Everybody has a turtle story.

One of my students, Timothy Thompson, recounts a family tale starring his great-uncle Craig. Craig was five or six years old when he talked his parents into buying him a turtle for a pet. On the drive home, as Thompson recounts the family yarn, "Little Craig was holding his new pet when the turtle decided to withdraw into its shell. Craig thought this meant his turtle was dead. So he rolled down the window and chucked the poor turtle onto the freeway."

"I guess I'm just like a turtle that's hidin' underneath its horny shell," sang Janis Joplin in "Turtle Blues" on her 1968 album Cheap Thrills.

When I ask former U.S. poet laureate Kay Ryan for a turtle story, she claims she has none. But she notes that she wrote a poem, "Turtle," and then recites a few lines.

"Why the turtle?" I ask.

"Because it's such a perfect emblem of having to go slowly and of clumsiness and of primitive sorts of movements," she says. "It's one of my favorite poems. It was written because I was so frustrated for so many years, which goes to show how valuable frustration is."

"Cat's Cradle!" says my son Michael when I bring turtles into our dinner conversation one night, and he quotes from a Newton Hoenikker letter at the start of the novel. The next day I find the passage in my collection of Vonnegut's works: "We all sat there in the car while Angela kept pushing the starter until the battery was dead. And then father spoke up. You know what he said? He said, 'I wonder about turtles.' 'What do you wonder about turtles?' Angela asked him. 'When they pull in their heads,' he said, 'do their spines buckle or contract?'"

Nope, neither. The neck vertebrae pull into a U shape when most turtles and tortoises yank their heads into their shells. Some species fold their neck sideways under the lip of their carapace.

Adventurer Yossi Ghinsberg chose not to eat a turtle when he was wandering alone, lost and starving in the Bolivian Amazon Basin. He lived to write a survival classic, Lost in the Jungle, and told his turtle story to the BBC for its Survival Stories radio series. "It was the first turtle I saw," he said about the potential meal that appeared in the jungle as he wandered, hoping for rescue. He imagined throwing a rock and it hitting the turtle. "And then it just looked at me. The moment our eyes met, something happened to me, and I actually asked his forgiveness and promised him I'm not going to hurt him. I let him go. I cannot explain it," he told the radio audience. "I had no problem to eat its flesh raw. But there was something that happened when the turtle looked at me. For a second I thought that we are the same thing in the same situation, and I just couldn't hurt it." This from a man who expressed no trouble killing, roasting, and eating monkeys during his ordeal.

"Happy Together," a cheery ditty, was released in 1967. "I can't see me lovin' nobody but you for all my life," sang the Turtles. Not that the band or its members related to chelonians. Their name was just a gimmick, the band's cofounder, Mark Volman, tells me in 2016. "Our manager at the time recommended the name, thinking it would be misread as a British Invasion band," remembers Volman. "He thought that people would think that we were like the Beatles." The band was still touring when he and I talked; it was scheduled to play at the Kentucky State Fairgrounds in Louisville that evening. Volman divides his time: when he's not on the road with the Turtles, he teaches at Belmont University's Mike Curb College of Entertainment and Music Business in Nashville. "We couldn't come up with anything much better," he says about the band's name, "so we just took it." Despite the lack of connection to turtles, fans shower the band with turtle stuff. But as for Volman and his mates, "it was nothing to do with having any kind of relationship to the animal. We were looking for a name to get played on the radio and Turtles seemed like a good way to go."

The flâneurs of mid-1800s Paris strolled the streets for amusement and distraction as they studied the cityscape and its inhabitants. In his analysis of their languid pace, critic Walter Benjamin cites their use of turtles as a tool of their art. "Around 1840," Benjamin writes, "it was briefly fashionable to take turtles for a walk in the arcades. The flâneurs like to have the turtles set the pace for them. If they had their way," Benjamin concludes, "progress would have been obliged to accommodate itself to this pace." I found the Benjamin essay in the University of Oregon stacks, a copy heavily annotated in pencil by a previous library client whose marginalia next to this passage is merely one word — an excited "Turtles!" I agree, the image of Parisian dandies out walking with their leashed turtles is intriguing, entertaining. Trouble is, aside from the undocumented Benjamin reference, I find no record of the oddity. Nonetheless, ever since Walter Benjamin asserted it, the turtle-walking flâneurs show up as footnotes in all sorts of literature, from the academic to the popular.

Then there was Fluff, the Magic Turtle. Back when the Peter, Paul, and Mary dragon tune was popular, my friend Bob Simmons lived in Austin with a box turtle. "She kept going under the couch," Simmons remembers. "We'd lose her for days and we'd worry, 'What happened to Fluff?'" When Fluff would finally reappear, she'd be covered with dust bunnies. Simmons and his roommates came up with an easy fix. They epoxied a length of stiff wire to the top of Fluff's yellow and black carapace. The wire blocked Fluff from burrowing under furniture, and now she was easy to find as she roamed the apartment: flying from the wire was a hand-drawn American flag.

Stanley, the red-eared slider, was the adventurous turtle of another friend, George Papagiannis. He and I talked turtle over a bottle of wine in his Paris flat. His boyhood home was a Manhattan apartment on the fifteenth floor of a skyscraper with a strict no dogs or cats rule. But turtles were allowed, and a series of sliders lived in George's plastic oval turtle home with a green plastic palm tree and ramp from the island to the pool. George watched them and fed them by hand. The turtles died. His mother orchestrated a moment of mourning before they were, of course, flushed down the toilet. And they were replaced, one slider after another. But Stanley was special. He, claims George, had a distinct personality.

"Stanley was a standout because he stood up." Perched on his hind legs he routinely attempted to pull himself over the plastic walls of his enclosure. "He would stand against that clear plastic, trying." George still is convinced decades later that "Stanley wanted to figure out what was on the other side. For him, there was a bigger world out there."

The apartment featured a balcony overlooking the corner of Ninth Avenue and 23rd Street. When the weather was pleasant, George would take Stanley outside to bask in the sunshine from the confines of a cardboard Bloomingdale's shirt box. Stanley would stand on his hind legs, scratching at the walls of the box, trying to see over its lip. One fine day, George went back out on the balcony to collect Stanley, but he was not in the box and he was nowhere to be found on the balcony. Curious Stanley had managed to get himself out of the box. "The place that he wanted to be was on the other side," said George, who was convinced his favorite turtle had taken a fifteen-floor flyer to the ground. "I was devastated. I couldn't believe it."

George raced down to the street and searched, but no Stanley. No remnants of Stanley. Stanley had simply disappeared. "The only thing I could think of was maybe a gust of wind had taken Stanley," George said. "My only comfort was that maybe Stanley landed on a taxi and now was living the dream, seeing all of New York from the hood of a taxicab."

Turtles fill our lore, from the classics to pop culture. Aesop's tortoise and hare teach us timeless lessons. Bert the Turtle fueled paranoia in the 1951 civil defense propaganda film Duck and Cover. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tried to entertain us while they peddled conspicuous consumption. Dr. Seuss created that megalomaniac Yertle the Turtle — the good doctor reminding us at the end of the tale, "And the turtles, of course ... all the turtles are free, as turtles and, maybe, all creatures should be." The University of Maryland calls their sports teams the Terrapins (and nicknames them the Terps). The team's mascot is Testudo — Latin for tortoise. The Muppets Swedish chef attempts to make turtle soup in an early episode of Sesame Street, but the turtle fights back, pulls its head into its shell, then shoots at the confounded chef with a gun that replaces its head.

"It's turtles all the way down," explains what holds up our world. The origin of that theory is lost, but anthropologist Clifford Geertz tells it as an exchange between an Englishman and an Indian. "The Englishman," writes Geertz, "having been told that the world rested on a platform which rested on the back of an elephant which rested in turn on the back of a turtle, asked what did the turtle rest on? Another turtle. And that turtle? 'Ah, Sahib, after that it is turtles all the way down.'"

These types of attributes, idiosyncrasies, and tales show the style and stuff that make turtles and tortoises unique characters of the animal kingdom and help create their special allure throughout human experience.

My first encounter with a turtle mirrors that of many grammar school boys. I can't remember where I got it. Nor do I know for sure what type of turtle it was. But it was likely a red-eared slider — the most popular pet turtle in America. It lived in a clear plastic tub punctuated, if memory serves, by a green plastic palm tree — the ubiquitous pet turtle habitat. It could swim around in water at the bottom of its quarters or it could crawl up its plastic ramp to bask on its plastic island under its plastic palm. We failed to become close before it succumbed to I do not know what. And, as I recall, it left the house in the manner of so many of its cousins: the poor little guy was flushed down the toilet — like Stanley, he was that small.

Turtles, capturing the human imagination, have represented longevity, fertility, strength, durability, and stamina to people worldwide. Our fascination with turtles too often has been at their peril. They are undemanding, if messy, pets. In religious ceremonies spanning the globe turtles are revered as deities or intermediaries to the gods. Before laws protected them, we routinely used their shells for guitar picks, combs, eyeglass frames, and jewelry. Turtle parts are still used — often illicitly — in traditional medicine, frequently as a treatment for sexual dysfunction. Turtle soup is common on menus; its meat is stewed and its eggs are mixed into elixirs.

As their populations continue to drop turtles have never been more valuable in the marketplace. Critically endangered species command high prices on the black market. Costa Rican businessmen travel from San José to the Pacific Coast to drink salsa infused with sea turtle eggs in hopes the potion revitalizes their sex drive. The upper middle classes in Asia are indulging a renewed (and frequently illegal) interest in turtles for pets, as ornaments, for food, and as ingredients in traditional Chinese medicine. Rare Yunnan box turtles list clandestinely for as much as $200,000. The same international trade routes that are used to run guns and drugs are also used to transport turtles illegally from their natural habitats to buyers in distant cities. Despite national laws and international treaties protecting the animals, the likelihood that turtle smugglers will suffer arrest is minimal and penalties are paltry compared with the profits.

To some skittish observers, turtles sure do not look as embraceable as koala bears. They may not be as easy to anthropomorphize as a chimpanzee. They do not tempt a bloody death like a pet tiger. But turtles tell great stories. Throwbacks to dinosaurs! Enviable longevity! As valuable to smugglers as drugs and guns! What's not captivating about turtles and tortoises?

The barrier that exists for many of us to identify with reptiles often influences their care and feeding. It never would have occurred to me as a boy that my "pet" turtle needed something more than a plastic container for its home, just as it never bothered me much when it was flushed down the toilet. Perhaps because reptiles don't look like us or come when they're called, they can seem disposable and replaceable — and without personality. It's easy to accept a double standard: relative luxury for cats and dogs, less than humane lodgings for snakes and lizards and turtles.

Lonesome George, the aged bachelor giant of the Galápagos, was much longer lived than my pet turtle. Old George, the last known Pinta Island tortoise (Chelonoidis abingdonii) on Earth, drew hordes of tourists, who came gawking at his hulking wrinkled self — a poster boy for endangered species protection. George stared back at the curious from his Darwin Station pen until he finally succumbed to old age at an estimated one hundred years. Fancy taxidermy performed by the American Museum of Natural History preserved this icon of extinction. Now the curious can view George as an exhibit on the Galápagos, where he's polished and posed like a Vogue runway model.

Other Galápagos tortoises lumber around in their ample enclosure at the Turtle Conservancy's Behler Chelonian Center in Southern California, adjacent to the picnic table where I'm meeting with Peter Paul van Dijk. In addition to his role as director of Field Conservation Programs at the conservancy, van Dijk engages in important turtle research and conservation work with other organizations. He is the lead author of the annual Checklist of Turtles of the World and director of the tortoise and freshwater turtle biodiversity program at Conservation International. "I'm just one of many," he tells me with modesty when I call him one of the world's leading turtle experts, modesty accentuated by his measured responses to questions in a voice tinged with remnants of his Dutch accent. His introductory story is familiar. His parents acquiesced to his childhood request for red-eared sliders (Trachemys scripta elegans). It's been turtles for van Dijk ever since, from his PhD field research among turtles in their Thai habitat to his current assignments.

(Continues…)

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