I want to give this book 5 stars. Why can't I give it 4 1/2? The ding is for the editing. What can I say, I'm an English major and a writer, and typos distract me. They are legion in this book. Text running together without spaces, missing words, misspelled words, tense changes in the middle of a sentence. I believe there was an urgency to complete the book and hope that in the second edition, this can all be rectified (I'll volunteer to help). An Index and Glossary of Terms would also be helpful; it's only because I have done so much studying of Scientology that these items weren't missed by me, but for other readers I believe they would be much appreciated. But these complaints are small potatoes and so the 5 stars.
Mitch Brisker has lived a unique life, starting with his childhood in Laurel Canyon, where he came of age surrounded by hippies, rock stars, and other immeasurably cool people. He's quite cool himself. Being from the same generation, just a few years younger and a few miles south, for me the early chapters of this book really struck a chord. He's a good writer; the scenes vivid, so that they cast me back to that time in my mind.
Then the story swerves, which is where it really begins. He became addicted to heroin, a pastime that soon turned tragic. At his lowest most vulnerable point, Scientology came into his life.
It should be understood that although Scientology is one of the deepest, darkest, most destructive and criminal of cults, most Scientologists are good, highly intelligent people. The group of people who took Mitch in at his lowest point sincerely wanted to help him, and in fact they did assist him in beating his addiction. They also succeeded in absorbing him into the cult, where he stayed for the next approximately 40 years.
In the cult as in life, Brisker was unique. He did not join the Sea Organization. He was a public Scientologist, a dedicated member, with a valued skill. Mitch was a filmmaker, and Scientology had a big, big problem. L Ron Hubbard, the "Source (as in "God," the final and only word for all things Scientology)" had instructed that Scientology must be disseminated via film. Hubbard's own efforts at making the films required had been abysmal failures, but still they must be made. Thus began the decades of "making an evil cult look good."
What makes Brisker's story unique is that he worked for Scientology making the films successfully while never joining the Sea Org. He did not work for pennies (as Sea Org members did); he worked for real dollars. He did not live in crowded berthings; he lived at his own home. If he needed to stay at the Int Base he had a premium cottage to live in. He did not eat rice and beans for weeks on end; he ate well at the Int Base and whatever he wanted to eat otherwise. He was never subjected to the Rehabilitation Project Force or imprisoned in the infamous hole.
At the same time he worked closely with and under the thumb of Hubbard's psychopathic, all powerful successor to Hubbard, David Miscavige. He was charged with making the films that Hubbard had written; not a single word could be changed (until the Introduction to Scientology film came along, that is).
He worked with Sea Org members closely on these films, but was mostly shielded from learning of the torture, sleep deprivation, food deprivation, humiliation, and degradation these people endured on a daily basis. When he was made privy to some disturbing events, he shook it off. For many years he continued to believe in the mission. He loved his work and took pride in doing it well. He didn't want to know. Scientology has this thing called the 8 Dynamics, beginning with Self and finishing with "God" or "Infinity." Scientologists believe it "ethical" to take the action that is "the best for the greatest number of dynamics." Individuals are given short shrift and indoctrinated to believe that it is a good thing. (NOTE: an entire book could be and hopefully will be written about Scientology's "ethics" - it is a twisted, dangerous and destructive philosophy)
There's a book by Rick Wilson titled "Everything Trump Touches Dies." The same can be said for Scientology. Mitch Brisker, through literally no fault of his own, was held liable for some mess or other at the Gold Base (during a time he was elsewhere working for Scientology). Keep in mind that under Miscavige, messes are the rule and not the exception, but they can never be attributed to his own chaotic and cruel mismanagement. NEVER.
Brisker was subjected to weeks of punishing "sec checks," auditing sessions designed to strip a person of any privacy whatsoever and break them down to a mere shell of whoever they had been prior to this punishment. He was held by Scientology, not precisely against his will, but then his will had been erased. It took an extreme and heartbreaking event to break this cycle, ironically almost singularly caused by one person who for her own personal reasons held an inexplicable, vile, hatred toward Mitch. During this time Miscavige simply looked the other way.
This book should be read by any student of this cult, or cults in general and destructive cults in particular. Brisker offers great insight into the mind of Miscavige, while admitting that there is actually no knowing for sure what drives the man. His membership in Scientology spans over half of its existence. Mitch Brisker left Scientology and has since become active in the ex community. He is an absolute asset to the effort to end the cult, and his book an invaluable addition to the library of books about this terrible organization.