Today February 8 begins the Year of the Monkey in the Chinese calendar, occurring every twelve years. How auspicious. It is said that newborn people who are biologically published in the Year of the Monkey are destined to be witty, charming, smart, lively, mischievous, and adaptable (one assumes in the Darwinian sense).
Do the same stars guide the
destinies of nonhumans? Can
a book born this year, having started out a long while back with but a few letters on
a page, imitate life when it mutates into a complex being composed of a sympathetic
protagonist pitted against powerful and unpredictable forces, including a legal
system that’s in the nature of a multi-headed creature of flying monkey butts?
If genetic astrology is as
much hardcore science as it’s cracked up to be, the answer is absolutely yes!
