The novel is a narrative, fictional version of a philosophical anatomy of the satanic dimension and implication of much modern history from 1914 onwards.
Many remember David Hume as a pioneering freethinker who saw through the superstition and sectarian dogmatism of religion.
As I asked in a previous post: Why is Alfred Russel Wallace today a comparatively little known figure next to Darwin?
Why is the world a beautiful place and why does it touch me?
Unfortunately, Pinker’s overweening faith in science as a reliable path to the truth has its own problems.