This book has a certain charm about it — the writing is pleasant enough; it reminds me of the type of journalistic reports one might find in with-it magazines and journals, purporting to provide insights into modern trends and ideas. The subject here is supposed to be “magic”, and the type of people currently apparently immersed in its practice, at least in America. The Main title comes from The Wizard of Oz of course, and would suggest that the worlds occupied by the groups of people Wicker (coincident name, with reference to Wicca?) interviews and reports on are to be considered as alternative and acceptable fictional realities (whatever that might mean).
But what a bunch of weirdos these groups turn out to be! As the author points out several times, one cannot help think that each group seems to be some kind of “outsider” clan, dissatisfied with their normal existence, and searching for “something” which will make them feel more significant, or give them some sense of meaning for their lives, make them less fearful of the world, of pain, of death, etc. So we find people who believe they are fairies, werewolves, dragons, vampires, witches, whatever; and they believe they can use various old and new rituals involving chanting, eating of specific hallucinogenic and/or medicinal plants, and other such things to help them as individuals with their particular problems. These groups tend to be small in number, though the use of the services of the internet can provide a much larger demographic base, and incidentally gives them the means to survive through its business potential.
This proliferation of Wiccans, witches, voodoo, hoodoo, Santaria, and associated groups are all combined to argue that Americans are turning to this kind of “spiritualism” in unprecedented numbers. This is intimated by the sub-title of the book: “A curious tale of how magic is transforming America”. But as I read the book, I felt this was misleading. Are these strange groups of people really “transforming” anything? I am not convinced in the slightest.
Wicker intersperses her reporting with regular short “thought-pieces” which attempt to link them to deeper, more psychological interpretations based on popular concepts of sociology, rather anodyne, I thought, and ultimately shallow. It seems to me that part of the problem (if that is what it is) stems from the point of view of the reporter herself. She admits that magic can be used either for good or for evil, and naturally, like a good citizen, she shuns the latter. White magic is OK; Black magic isn’t. Both do exist; but both are not treated equally in this book. As a result we are presented with tenderhearted satanists, and vegetarian vampires, for example, as comparatively sweet pastimes one can indulge in without too much difficulty. Wicker sugar-coats these “lifestyles” with so much sweetness and light that, in the end, it all becomes a bit nauseating.
As for the cumulative effect of all this sugar on the neural synapses of the authors mind, one shudders to think… Our author brazenly ends the book by admitting that her regular dabbling in these mystic arts is given the OK by Jesus himself in a dream, that this “spiritual awakening” is all part of some divine plan that fits in with the Christian promise that the Kingdom of God is at hand. So out admitted atheist author feels she can have her cake and eat it too (literally, in this case, as she decides to partake of Communion in Westminster Abbey for Christmas) and then stand in awe and reverence at the graves of Newton and Darwin while there; and it’s all for the good; and life is wonderful because of this… Methinks the author’s neurons are misfiring…