[E]volution is not a flawless engine, continually driving living things onwards to make better and better versions of themselves in the generations that come after. This misconception comes about as a result of the way that evolution is often described, especially in school. We’re taught that a DNA sequence gets altered, creating some kind of change in the resulting organism. If this is advantageous, then these genetic changes get to stay in the population. If they’re not, they get ditched. Over time the useful variation might even become the only version of that part of the genome in the whole species, like the missing control switch in the hipless lake-dwelling sticklebacks from Chapter 7. Evolutionary biologists refer to this as ‘fixing’ a trait. This process is natural selection at its finest – survival of the fittest and all that. And while this is certainly one way that genes shift and change over time, it’s not the only one. Things aren’t as clear cut as a school biology class might make them out to be. That’s because evolution doesn’t really care whether you’re the bestest, fittest organism you can possibly be. All it cares about is that you get laid and pass your genes on. You could have a genetic variation that makes you 10 times smarter than everyone else, but if you spend all of your time in the library instead of trying to meet someone of the opposite sex and make babies with them, your brilliant genes will die with you. All the time, random changes are happening in our genomes that get passed on to the next generation. Some of them are handy, some of them are positively damaging, while most are just neutral – the genetic equivalent of a Gallic shrug. Bof. Whatever. Due to the vagaries of life and love, the proportion of some of these neutral variations will increase in the population, despite not being actively advantageous, while others fade away. This is known as genetic drift, conjuring up a nice image of a random tide of DNA variations ebbing and flowing through time, with as little purpose or direction as the sea splashing on the shore. This vision of genetics is a stark contrast to the analogies that started to come forward in the 1970s in the wake of the twin revolutions in molecular biology and electronics. Everyone was buzzing with the idea of DNA as a form of computer code or blueprint, with genes forming neat regulatory circuits that could be pulled apart and put back together again. Although this view of genetics-as-electronics was helpful in some ways, time has shown that it was deeply flawed in many others. Real life is a long way from mimicking the tidy precision of a pre-printed circuit board. Our genome was not designed by an engineer, plotting out the most sensible way to make protein X or respond to signal Y. It was bodged and pasted together, not needing to be great, but just good enough to make a human that can pass it on. Probably the thing that has struck me the most is how consistently this process works, despite the fact that it’s driven by essentially stochastic (i.e. chaotic) chemical interactions. As I learned from people like Wendy Bickmore with her baubles and Ben Lehner with his wobbly worms, when you get right down to the level of the writhing DNA and blobby proteins inside a single cell’s nucleus, physics takes over from biology. The interactions between control switches and transcription factors are flaky, and it’s a matter of chance that the right things will come together at the right time. Obviously things have evolved so there’s a pretty good chance that it’ll happen, otherwise we wouldn’t be here, but it’s still a statistical event rather than a guaranteed one. Engineers, mathematicians and religious believers hate this idea, maintaining that a better understanding of the complexities of DNA will explain exactly how it all works (or that we’ll give up and just accept that God did it). But it won’t, in my view. Not completely. We live in a world driven by probabilities, not certainties.2 All too often genetics is sold to the public as solid fact: this gene does this, that gene does that. Yet as I’ve spoken to scientists in the course of my travels, it’s become increasingly clear to me that there’s a huge amount we don’t know about how our genes work. There may well be things we can never know. But the pace of change is accelerating rapidly, and there’s talk of entering a ‘golden age’ of genomics where high-speed, cut-price gene sequencing will finally lay open more of the mysteries in our DNA.
Herding Hemingway's Cats: Understanding How Our Genes Work by Kat Arney















