Indeed, Dutton eloquently blasts reductionism, contending that "great works of music, drama, painting, or fiction set us above the very instincts that make them possible. Paradoxically it is evolution - most significantly, the evolution of imagination and intellect - that enable us to transcend our animal selves. . . ."
Pardon me, but "evolution" does nothing. The word describes a process that is, presumably, taking place. Organisms evolve. Breathing does not cause me to live. I live, therefore I breathe.
For a contrary view see: Origin Of The Specious.
I plan to run a roundup of reviews, pro and con, of this book later on.
In the meantime, Jared Bernstein on John Bogle: Old-fashioned virtues on the ledger. And that appears to be it for today.