Wow… it’s just one of those odd things that causes odd memories to pop up, but a book called “The Search for a Living Fossil” or something like that was a book that got me turned onto science as a kid in elementary school. It detailed her discovery of the coelacanth, and further efforts to prove an animal that was supposed to be long extinct was actually still swimming around in the ocean.
Not that I turned into a Nobel Prize winning astrophysicist or anything, but that story really direct me towards investigating and asking questions. Thank you, Mrs. Latimer…
The New York Times seems to have been tardy compared to the British press: both the Guardian’s and the Independent’s obituaries ran a week or two back (indeed the free web access to the latter has now lapsed).
I sometimes think that the NY Times likes to have obituary “themes”. Very old naturalists seemed to be one of today’s. On the same page as Ms. Courtenay-Latimer’s obit, there was also one for Alexander Skutch, a 99 year old ornithologist who died way back on May 12.
For romance, and mystery, and intellectual excitement, the coelacanth story has to be one of the best yarns ever.
If you’d like a balanced, absorbing, scientifically literate account of the coelacanth’s discovery, let me recommend another book – Willy Ley’s Exotic Zoology (New York: The Viking Press, Inc., 1995). It’s only one of many fascinating chapters in a book written by one who knows the science and loves the adventure.
Check out the recent Nova (http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/fish/) for an excellent recounting of the human story, including a birthday party for Marjorie Courtenay-Latimer with a coelacanth cake.
She was a brilliant, perceptive woman surrounded by lesser minds. She had to skin the first specimen, sacrificing the incredibly important innards, because she couldn’t persuade the blockheads at the East London morgue to make a place on a slab.
I am saddened to hear of her passing. We were lucky to have her with us so long.