I'm not as taken with this as everyone else seems to be. The central story easily held my interest, as did most of the supporting historical detail, but I am not sure I would recommend this as a reading experience to most people I know.
Scott Carney did an admirable job of carefully researching the experiences of two remarkably interesting men, both struggling with how to channel their passions and searching for enlightenment, and both edging into extremism. One of these men, Ian Thorson, perished of dehydration during a drama-filled silent meditation retreat. This event gives purpose to the narrative -- we are meant to wonder how Thorson came to retreat willingly into such dangerous circumstances with his wife/guru, and what spiritual and psychological forces contributed to his demise. However, I actually found the character of Geshe Michael Roach, the charismatic, intelligent, and more-than-a-little shady leader of the Diamond Mountain community the more compelling. Roach founded his own religious movement that elides certain core tenets of Buddhist practice that are inconvenient to his love of glittery diamonds and pretty young women. Ian Thorson fell deeply into the thrall of this movement, enraptured by the possibility that he could simultaneously fulfill his yearning for spiritual enlightenment, his physical desires, and his family's expectations for him to fall at least vaguely in line with his WASP-adjacent upbringing and the vocational success of his Stanford classmates. Results: Plenty of drama, soul-searching, and one tragically preventable death.
Like any religion, Buddhism is fallible. Its ancient sacred texts contain obscure passages that are incompatible with our modern worldview or moral understanding. They are prone, like any texts, to misinterpretation or overinterpretation, and can be deeply problematic for individuals struggling with mental illness. Thus, this religion counts extremists among its adherents, and some of those extremists are violent to themselves and to others. Also, a much larger number of those adherents engage in practices that are not violent, but appear deeply strange, absurd, or titillating to those outside their exclusive circles. Like any religion: your results may vary.
This story is certainly worth telling, and it is particularly interesting to me, as I have recently been studying the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali in a yoga and meditation class. In my class, I listen to an experienced teacher expound upon a translation, winding an interpretation outwards from a tightly coiled Sanskrit sentence, intended to distill a core meaning into the fewest possible syllables. My teacher is intensely aware of how her word choices affect our ability to take in the lesson, mindful also of the variety of interpretations that have resulted over the centuries and open about how she makes her own selections within a larger tradition of teachings. This book makes me all the more grateful to have a teacher who is cautious, thoughtful, and flexible enough to respond mindfully and helpfully to the unique struggles of her students. May all who seek to examine their mind-stuff and find inner peace be as fortunate.
And now, why only three stars? I found the poor writing and lazy editing inexcusably distracting. I am acutely aware of my own stylistic struggles in my writing, which makes me more critical when I see lapses from professionals. I would not pick up another book by this author, because I cannot abide the linguistic assault of awkward sentences. I found myself noticing inconsistency of verb tense, confusion of pronoun references, repetition of the same metaphor to communicate the exact same point within the same stretch of fifty pages, abandonment of organizing thesis statements, unfortunate tonal choices (especially in the footnotes -- was that humor? sarcasm?), and just plain awkward phrasing. I don't like having to double-take on sentences this often, and I find it surprising that Gotham Books allowed so many of these problems into the final product. What a shame.