Hear me out - I used this book to research for something I’m interested in writing and this is such an incredible story of why small town journalism is so important. Also- in a strange way, it is a love story between husband and wife.
I am somewhat biased, as Dave Mitchell is a dear friend of mine, and I can't possibly be unbiased on his work.
This book is an account of how a smalltown publisher, despite threats and intimidation, doggedly chased down the truth behind the violent and paranoid Synanon cult, at a time when news outlets many orders of magnitude larger and more powerful, shied away.
This is what good local news reporting is supposed to be like.
This book is interesting, though I’m ambiguous on how much value was added by describing the narrative of how the paper was written and assembled each week, rather than just reading the articles themselves. It was a cool glimpse into a time where some news was local enough that even within Marin County, The Point Reyes Light was sold only in the more rural and conservative West Marin. It also sheds light on the difficulties of pursuing a creative career in partnership with a spouse, and running a business with one. And it was heartwarming to read about them winning the Pulitzer against all odds.
From the occasional lackluster moments in the writing, you can tell the authors were making their first foray into long form narrative nonfiction. But that approach to recounting true events was being further perfected in the late 20th century anyway, and the two authors’ experience in journalism is conveyed in the immediacy and freshness of their prose.
If you are looking for book length coverage of Synanon I would generally recommend this over The Rise and Fall of Synanon by Rod Janzen, which I also read recently. It doesn’t get into the same level of detail about daily operations, and lacks the insider’s point of view. But most readers won’t want that much information anyway, and it comes without the weirdly sympathetic rationalizing. Pages 291-296 of The Light on Synanon provide a good, brief encapsulation of the group’s history if that’s what you’re looking for.
It’s telling that a favorable account didn’t use Synanon’s actual words more often, because they are damning. Lawyers in Synanon’s many libel suits described the troubled young people they were allegedly helping to rehabilitate as “vicious juvenile delinquents” (p. 71) and argued in court, “We are victims of a rising tide of terrorism…We hope that circumstances will not force us to bear our arms” (p. 101)
This account reveals a lot about the adversarial, paranoiac relationship between Synanon and its surroundings, including the media. People were too scared to speak candidly about Synanon to the press- and I’m not talking about just average citizens, but elected officials and law enforcement officers. That’s not surprising when you consider Synanon members physically intruded on stockholder meetings for places like Time and ABC when they had negative news coverage of Synanon, and Chuck Dederich himself is saying cutesy homicidal quips like “Bombs could be thrown into odd places” (p. 126-127). Or “I am quite willing to break some lawyer’s legs and next break his wife’s legs and threaten to cut their child’s arm off” (p. 223).
Chapter 7 and Chapter 12 describe multiple disturbing incidents, including Synanon members detaining and interrogating two hobbyists who they claimed were trespassing on their land, or gathering a group of seventy members to pursue one teenage driver who was perceived to be acting aggressively in traffic, or beating a “splittee” so badly that he fell into a coma and nearly died. Many of these events aren’t mentioned or are glossed over in Janzen’s account. The overall picture is of a cult stirring its members up with paranoid anger to further reinforce an “us vs them” mentality, which then reinforces psychological control of leaders over members.
Whereas a favorable account depicted Synanon’s “game” as some sort of four-dimensional chess where both truth and lies were utilized wisely for specific purposes, the sociologist Richard Ofshe here asserts that the accuracy of a “game” attack was irrelevant so long as it was vehement. The procedure was meant to overwhelm people and reduce their self-worth, and the false confessions it elicited are reminiscent of what happens when police investigators get overzealous, except for law enforcement at least ostensibly cares about getting to the truth.
Ofshe’s research also sheds light on the success rate of Synanon’s drug rehabilitation program, which was its reason for existing before Dederich started getting power hungry and brought in the “squares.” Statistics usually don’t exist, and the ones that do are rather suspicious claims from Synanon officials in the ballpark of an 80-90% success rate. Now, because drug addiction is such a monster to beat, and because most people take multiple attempts to succeed if they ever do, I wouldn’t even necessarily argue Synanon didn’t deserve its funding if it really just had a rate on par with the 10-15% recovery rate the authors say was achieved at federal hospitals. But because this was a group of gullible, idealistic people being taken advantage of by narcissistic assholes, of course leaders weren’t content with small, incremental victories.
Another amusing example of how Synanon portrayed itself as different things to different people: middle class ambitious types were told in promotional materials, “This is your chance to get in on the ground floor of a dynamic, growing corporation” (p. 147) I’m actually impressed (in a dark way) by Dederich and crew’s ability to wear different masks, because it helped them draw from such different groups of people- yuppies and desperate addicts alike.
One trivial thing, the title of this book is a great pun.
this was a great, well-written book that talked about exactly what the title says, but I feel that there was more to tell after the light's Pulitzer win regarding the collapse and persecution of Synanon that would have fit nicely into this book. Despite that, this book is clear, develops the story from the authors perspective and life, and offers its own information on Synanon that is not online. It is very methodical and thorough so it can drag at times.
This was OK but not that gripping. A lot of it was about running a tiny newspaper in the back end of nowhere, not about Synanon at all. Although one of the authors of this book supposedly got a good, close look at the inner workings of Synanon, I never got a clear picture of what went on in the organization, either.