Earlier I wrote about a non-fiction book I was reading as part of my writing group. The book was written by a former member of Charles Manson’s family. She was about 15-16 at the time of the murders.
Overall, the book wasn’t something I would have read on my own. The subject matter doesn’t contain graphic violence, but it does contain some descriptive accounts of the author having sex as a minor. While I’m grateful for the former, the latter is a good reason not to pick up the book. Mostly this book is a good insight into the negative aspects of hippie culture in the 1950’s and 60’s. It’s also an unintentional viewing of what it’s like to join a cult.
Technically the book was well put together. The author’s style didn’t read like someone preparing a court document. It did have some detachment, but considering the subject matter, I think it’s understandable. From this perspective, the book is worth reading.
But I don’t recommend it. I didn’t learn much that was new, outside of some specifics in the day-to-day life of a murder cult. For people who are keen on these kinds of details, I’m sure the book will suit them just fine. I could not get beyond knowing some of the human cost that brought the book to print.