I found this book at some used bookstore and gave it to my roommate, known for his interest in the bizarre. Then, months later, wanting something lighter than another reworked, Cambridge-published dissertation to read, I asked him for some recommendations. This book came up and was sitting on the dining room table the next day for my delectation.
I first heard of Ed Sanders early in high school when the local "fine arts station" played music by his band, The Fugs, on their Saturday night program, "The Midnight Special." The Fugs were outrageously countercultural and quite possibly were the first "rock" band I actually liked. I was fifteen. My appreciation of rock music snowballed soon thereafter.
I suppose I heard about Charlie Manson back around the time of the Tate-Bianca murders. Stories of murders have never interested me very much, so I paid little attention to the news of the crimes or of the trials. Polanski, however, was of some interest. Several of his films, particularly "MacBeth" and "Cul de Sac", impressed me quite a bit. Sharon Tate was familiar to me from the movie she had done with Patty Duke, a pretty bad one, and the silly one she'd done with Polanski, "The Fearless Vampire Killers"--so bad that we turned of the tv maybe half and hour into the thing.
Since those days Manson, still alive, still in jail, has become a cultural icon. I saw a horrible film made back in the seventies about the murders which had been re-released by Troma, then the more recent, big-budget film "Helter Skelter". All of this was enough to get me to agree recently to watch a documentary, a long one, on the Web about Manson while visiting a friend in the suburbs.
The documentary was mostly an interview with Manson, conducted twenty or so years ago, interspersed with commentary and film clips of the various places associated with him and his group, "the Family." Among other things it made the point that Manson had not in fact been present at the murders I associated him with--at least he had not been proven to be present. He, in the interviews, claimed innocence.
This, the discovery that I'd misapprehended the affair, got me interested enough to do some digging. It began with looking into the Manson-sympathetic documentary. That turned out to have been produced by a self-styled Satanist--not an impressive credential in my book. It led to me reading this book.
Sanders' The Family was written just as the relevant trials were starting and, so, is in no way definitive. It is, however, informative, its author having performed many interviews of persons associated with the murdered and their murderers, interviews that other, more "straight" researchers probably could never have obtained. The writing style dates it, but not distractively so. The period slang and turns of phrase may actually lend it a note of authenticity. There being so many characters in the story, many of them with many aliases, that an index would have been useful. So, too, would have been photographs. Fortunately, two maps are provided.
Manson seems, from Sanders' portrait, the very soul of sociopathology. As such, he's almost understandable. What isn't so accessible, to me at least, is the nature of his following, especially the girls (and girls they were, most of them teens). Manson demeaned females, yet his most devoted followers were female.
Along the way one encounters whole sets of other weird grouplets such as The Church of Scientology, The Process, The Order of the Golden Dawn and others, the phenomenology of such cultish groups being a subtheme of the book. These also strike me as mysterious. As Sanders tells it, there's little reason behind such apparent madness as evinced by Manson's Family and these other dark cults.
All in all, Sanders' book pretty much just skims the surface of the events and personalities he describes, raising more questions than he answers. Given that he published while the trials were still on-going, this shallowness may be excused. Hopefully his research has contributed to more recent, and deeper, studies.