“This is a book about government projects and operations that have been hidden for decades, some for good reasons, others for arguably terrible ones, and one that should never have happened at all. These operations took place in the name of national security and they have all involved cutting-edge science. The last published words of Robert Oppenheimer, father of the atomic bomb, were ‘Science is not everything. But science is beautiful.’ After reading this book, readers can decide what they think about what Oppenheimer said…”
- Anne Jacobsen, Area 51: An Uncensored History of America’s Top Secret Military Base
I know what you’re thinking.
You’re thinking that I went out and purchased Anne Jacobsen’s Area 51 immediately after watching the 60 Minutes segment on “unidentified aerial phenomena,” and then Googling “serious alien books.” In the spirit of full disclosure – of which you will find precious little within these pages – I will admit that is exactly what happened.
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I have never given a great deal of thought to aliens, UFOs, or potential contact from other worlds. Sure, I love looking up at the night sky, but those billions of points of light never represented much more than a gorgeous backdrop to my own infinitesimal dramas played out on earth. I am not so arrogant as to think that we are alone in the universe. It’s just that I have too much to worry about to spend time dwelling on extra-terrestrial contact. I mean, I got student loans, and how does a possible interstellar war compare to a loan officer?
Then, of course, 2020 happened.
In the wake of the Year of the Coronavirus, my notions of potential catastrophes has greatly expanded. Suddenly, an alien invasion seemed like the next obvious thing.
Thus, after watching the aforementioned 60 Minutes episode – in which highly-skilled, sober-seeming pilots explained seeing flying objects beyond the realm of human ability – I decided to take the next step in my typical panic progression, and get a book about it.
That’s how I find myself here.
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Despite finding this title listed on an alien-centric blog, I knew before getting it that it was not going to be an “alien book.” Having read Jacobsen’s Operation Paperclip, I knew she was a reputable journalist and writer, unlikely to become unmoored from reality, even when wading into a community of X Files devotees for whom the simplest explanation is always an advanced lifeform from deep space traveling uncountable miles to buzz around our airspace for inexplicable reasons. My hope was that Jacobsen could provide a grounded account of a crazy tale. After all, in the Kingdom of the Tinfoil Hats, the person with a brain reigns supreme.
The first few pages gave me hope. Jacobsen briefly introduces Area 51 (so-named because it’s the 51st “area” within the Nevada Test & Training Range) as a research hub of the Atomic Energy Commission, which opened in 1955. Almost immediately, she dives into the story of famed whistleblower/local crank Robert “Bob” Lazar, who went on television to say that he worked at Area 51, and had seen aliens and a flying saucer there.
In this opening act, Jacobsen finds the heart of the story (whether you believe in alien UFOs or not, it’s why Area 51 is famous), introduces us to a colorful character, and helpfully separates fact from myth (reminding readers that Area 51 and Roswell are geographically and historically distinct locations – one a federal military base in Nevada, the other a town in New Mexico – though they often merge in the alien conspiracist’s mind).
Once the first chapter ended, unfortunately, things just sort of fell apart.
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There are so many issues with Area 51 – most of them easily solvable with editorial assistance – that it’s hard to know where to begin. So maybe it’s best to start with a compliment. Here it is: Anne Jacobsen worked really hard on this book. She did a lot of digging. Her research cannot be faulted (with one exception). She made her Freedom of Information Act requests, gathered up the extant declassified documents, and seemingly interviewed everyone she could find who had even the most tenuous connections to her subject.
In short, there is a lot of decent information here.
The problems begin with Jacobsen’s use of the trove of materials she gathered.
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First, Jacobsen has an irritating habit of breaking the flow of her writing to announce every instance in which she is “breaking the news.” I get that she’s proud of finding new things, and being the first person to publish it, but this is a nonfiction book, not Twitter (published in 2011, this kind of self-promotion also ages really poorly). In the Game of Goodreads, you don’t get points for being first. You get points for taking this newly-discovered information and cogently explaining to me why it matters.
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Alas, that’s just nitpicking. More fundamentally, Area 51 is an organizational disaster. There is no coherent narrative thread, either chronological or thematic, to hold the pages together. Instead, Jacobsen bounces around like a powerfully-struck racquetball. When a book lacks structure, I find my attention wandering. I’m not a pig trained to hunt for truffles; I’m a slow reader with a lot of books to finish, who humbly values his own time. I don’t like the imposition of trying to find the gold nuggets in a mass of pyrite.
To the extent that Area 51 coalesces around any single topic, it is in the realm of the secret base’s extensive test flights. In great detail, Jacobsen covers various spy programs, such as the U-2, the A-12 Oxcart, and the SR-71 Blackbird. Admittedly, some of this stuff is interesting, my favorite being the reverse engineering of a Soviet MIG-21 on loan from Israel. But it gets repetitive. Here’s the story of a plane that flies really high. Here’s another. Here’s another. Furthermore, these are well-known programs by this point. I really did not need another take on Francis Gary Powers getting shot out of the sky in his U-2. Of course, your mileage may vary. For me, it got to the point where my frayed patience kept me from enjoying much of anything.
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The last flaw I’ll enumerate is Jacobsen’s use of the eyewitness testimony she received via her interviews. Many of the folks Jacobsen talked to were relatively low on the organizational flow chart. This is not unexpected, given that many of the higher-ups during the 50s, 60s, 70s, and even 80s would be very old or dead by the time Jacobsen started working on her book. The result is that some of the men who get extensive page-time in Area 51 did not add much by way of substance. For instance, Jacobsen spends a lot of time with a security guard. Not being a scientist, this guard did not have a lot of technical information to divulge. Instead, Jacobsen provides us his backstory, family history, and an anecdote about how this guard loved to eat Dinty Moore soup during lunch. He just heated it up on the engine block of his vehicle.
(Sidenote: It’s been a few weeks since I finished this, and literally the only thing that I can recall with perfect clarity is the man who loved Dinty Moore).
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On the other end of the interview spectrum is a man who tells one of the more insane stories you will ever find in an otherwise “serious” work of nonfiction. This guy provides the headline-grabbing centerpiece, the hook that catapulted Jacobsen onto Fresh Air and the pages of the New York Times.
According to this witness, the famed Roswell crash actually involved a u-shaped Russian craft piloted by deformed children meant to look like aliens. This was all part of a scheme cooked up by Soviet dictator Joseph Stalin (!) and Nazi doctor Josef Mengele (!!) to convince Americans they were being buzzed by an alien lifeform. This begs a lot of questions, including where the Russians got their conception of how Americans perceived aliens. Suffice to say, those questions are not raised, much less answered.
Later, this man accuses the United States Government – and the employees of Area 51 – of breeding child-pilots of their own. Like, whoa.
Of course, this high-grade nuttery is single-sourced, and comes from a witness who refuses to divulge any actual details, repeating time and again that Jacobsen did not have a “need to know.” Now, Jacobsen was in a better position than me to judge this guy’s credibility, but when a person presents such serious – and seriously weird – charges, refuses to provide any corroborating evidence, and repeats a stale, cliched line from spy movies, I tend to have my doubts. In other words, I am surprised that Jacobsen printed it. At a certain point, in deciding whether Area 51 would be reliable or bonkers, Jacobsen evidently chose both. Unfortunately, this Solomonic wisdom results in the death of the thing divided.
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By biggest disappointment with Area 51 is that is simply misses the attraction of the place. It is a focal point of countless myths, conspiracies, and speculation. In a jarring fashion that totally fits the overall bumpiness, Jacobsen manages to deconstruct some legends, while breezily creating others that are far darker and nefarious. Not once, though, does she bother grappling with the deeper reasons that this closely-guarded test site has captured the world’s attention. Ultimately, she fails to find – or even look for – the essence of Area 51. This failure devours the book’s own purpose. By the time I finished, I wondered why I had cared in the first place.