So, I just finished this on the train and felt compelled to put down my thoughts while they’re still fresh (also I don’t blog enough).
What I Expected From This Book:
- A reasonably detailed dissection of Lynch’s creative practices.
- A practical guide to meditation.
- An entertaining/illuminating reflection on Lynch’s work.
What This Book Delivered:
- Shallow, cutesy proclamations about the importance of meditation.
- A lack of direction. These anecdotes are so haphazard in their delivery. It’s like Lynch waffled into a tape recorder (Agent Cooper style) for an hour and thought the results worth publishing.
- An irritating sing-song prose style laden with clipped sentences.
- Vagueness. Lynch seems to go out of his way to avoid offering any true insight.
Example of Lynch’s Disagreeable Brand of Pop Psychology:
“How does meditation get rid of negativity? Picture it this way: You are the Empire State Building. You’ve got hundreds of rooms. And in those rooms, there’s a lot of junk. And you put all that junk there. Now you take this elevator, which is going to be the dive within. And you go down below the building; you go to the Unified Field beneath the building – pure consciousness. And it’s like electric gold. You experience that. And that electric gold activates these little cleaning robots. They start going, and they start cleaning the rooms. They put in gold where the dirt and junk and garbage were. These stresses that were in there like coils of barbed wire can unwind. They evaporate, they come out. You’re cleaning and infusing simultaneously. You’re on the road to a beautiful state of enlightenment.”