Provocatively
titled, but ultimately as elusive as the person behind the mask on its cover, M.E. Thomas's Confessions of a Sociopath is an ugly,
empty and deeply narcissistic work of “non-fiction” masquerading as an exposé
of the life of an anonymous woman who has, in her mind, achieved an enormous
amount in her life by basically treating everyone in it like toilet paper on
the bottom of her (expensive) shoe.
The
author’s attempt at shock value begins immediately, as she relates an anecdote
from her younger years offering private swim lessons. As she inspects the pool
before a student arrives, she notices a baby opossum struggling in the water.
Instead of rescuing it, Ms. Thomas attempts to drown it, but when the effort
becomes too taxing, she simply walks away, waits for the creature to die,
cancels the swim instruction, fishes out the carcass and bombs the pool with
chemicals. EDGY.
And
so it goes, through 300 pages of trivial slights, psychological warfare, head
games and emotional manipulation. The book’s primary problems are two-fold:
first, the author is anonymous, so validating any of her story is difficult;
and second, because she outlines the primary characteristics of sociopaths as
including deceitfulness, manipulation and lying, it simply compounds the first
problem. In other words, a person who is
telling you she is well-versed in lying is asking you to believe her
autobiography is truthful. Good luck with that.
It
is hard to discern what Ms. Thomas is offering for public consumption. Is the
reader supposed to feel revulsion at her callous disregard for the feelings of
others? Disdain at her pluck-the-wings-off-a-fly description of her emotional
manipulation of colleagues, lovers and rivals? Envy at her allegedly successful
career? Sadness that she cannot sustain a relationship for more than 8 months? Titillation
at her bisexuality? All of the above? At bottom, what I felt was pity that
someone has invested so much of their being into such pettiness and sorrow that
this is the way some people live their lives.
Of
course, to be an “empath” (a catchall the author uses to essentially describe
all people who are not sociopaths) is to be cruelly mocked and taken advantage
of in Ms. Thomas’s world and the world inhabited by the fellow travelers who
flock to her website. Ms. Thomas is the
heroine of her own stories, lashing out at bullies from grade school to the
board room, ruining professional reputations (but usually for those who “deserve
it” in her view) and personal relationships like Sherman rolling through Georgia.
The casualty list is long and the victims include everyone from a female
supervisor who (allegedly) becomes so obsessed with Ms. Thomas that she
torpedoes her own career and turns to drugs to salve the wound to a high school
teacher who disses Ms. Thomas, leading her to spread rumors about him,
resulting in his termination.
These
skirmishes are, to some degree, paradoxical. Ms. Thomas takes pains to point
out that sociopaths are typically concerned with blending into the crowd, the
better to not arouse suspicion, than creating antagonism, where their true
colors are less likely to be disguised. But this contradiction is simply of a
piece with much of the book’s internal inconsistency. An early chapter devoted
largely to itemizing the awful parenting Ms. Thomas suffered through, primarily
at the hands of a verbally and physically abusive father, is flipped by the end
of the book, where Ms. Thomas essentially gives her parents a pass for their
conduct, saying they did the best they could. Huh?
The
author’s professional career arc is similarly confusing. On the one hand, she
lands a prestigious job at a top-tier law firm straight out of law school, but
bombs out and is fired, skids out on unemployment for a time before landing a
job as a prosecutor in the misdemeanor section of her district attorney’s
office. There, we learn in exhaustive detail about Ms. Thomas’s skill with a
jury, yet, at least in my state, misdemeanor cases (1) rarely go to trial; and
(2) are not heard before a jury. Perhaps things are different where she lives (again,
who can tell, the details of her life are purposefully obscured) but if Ms.
Thomas was flashing her trial chops over disorderly persons citations and
speeding tickets, I am fairly certain we are not dealing with the second coming
of Clarence Darrow. Having tired of showcasing her skills before these supposed
juries (or perhaps having realized she was not the lawyer she thought she was),
Ms. Thomas now spends her days at a mid-tier law school wowing herself with her
own cleverness and, (according to her), receiving laurels and encomiums from
her grateful lemmings, whose affection for her teaching is matched only by
their fascination with her as a person.
If
there is a saving grace to Confessions,
it is the author’s use of the research of others to inform her writing. Here,
we have some objective barometer from which to digest the behavior of others,
not the self-selected musings of someone who acknowledges her own capacity for
deception combined with our inability to independently confirm anything that she
says. Unfortunately, merely regurgitating the professional studies in the field
is insufficient to carry a book that otherwise reads as a vanity project by
someone with a wildly inflated view of themselves that does not comport with
what most people would deem objective reality.
Thank you -- I read an excerpt in Psychology Today and it sounds like anything worth reading was in there. I definitely won't bother.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a Jen Lancaster wanna-be...
ReplyDeleteI don't know who that is ....
DeleteAm reading the book right now; up to ch.3. There's some controversy on the web as to the author: "she's not really a socio, just an attention whore" (evidently she went in disguise on "Dr." Phil)(Phil, never afraid to sputter sanctimonious outrage when there's a safe target handy, reportedly hated her); there are those who say she's a fake & merely a socio wannabe; and an interesting theory that the book is written by a true socio *in an attempt to frame someone else*: in just 2 chapters, there have been quite a few specific and presumably-verifiable clues as to who 'she' might be.
ReplyDeleteAssuming she really is a sociopath, it's still an interesting read. Yep, she's narcissistic as hell and minimizes her little....um...quirks and blames others at the drop of a hat, but hey - what do you expect from a sociopath? Modesty? Self-deprecation? No.....I'm thinking there might be something to learn, even from repugnant teachers. For example, she claims that 'science' shows that socios have vastly fewer problems with the slings & arrows of modern life: petty & gross rejections, destructive and possibly unnecessary guilt & remorse, and - most importantly - *much* lower incidences of major depression. If any of that's true, there are a lot of brittle and/or fragile and/or clinically depressed folks out there who could be helped by learning how to do some of that.
Although I don't think I'd want to date her, I'm not ready to trash the book just yet. The fact I don't like the way she 'teaches' doesn't mean all her ideas are wrong.
Wow, this book seems super interesting! I actually can't wait to read this. It's really scary to think about at first but it intrigues you to find out more.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the review. I saw the book at the library today and was asking myself the very questions you addressed. The problem of sociopaths in society has been of considerable interest to me, but I wanted to hear some opinions from people who had read it before I subjected myself to the stress of reading it.
ReplyDeleteThe current state of my conclusions about sociopaths can be found here, if you're interested... http://goo.gl/6AO7z
Personally, I am liking the book. I relate very much to her in some ways, and can see where her father did a lot of damage to her. I think it is a good read so far (half way through it).
ReplyDeleteIf she was detached from emotion, why would she care if a teacher dissed her. Ah, but I pull the first thread on the sweater...
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