This book met my expectations, which were not very high. There were several spelling and punctuation errors which made the text seem very amateurish. The story itself actually dragged in several parts, which seems crazy considering the spicy subject matter (if I read one instance of the bed “shaking uncontrollably,” I must’ve read fifty) and often it reads like a police report rather than a story: no dialogue and not much description or character development, just a litany of events. However, it was a pretty short book so I wasn’t too bothered.
While this was a slightly tedious read, I persisted because of the local references and the thrill of possibility I always get when I think there may be more to this boring life we lead than just what we perceive with our five senses. The last three chapters were by far the most interesting—although perhaps the most speculative—in that they described all the crazy events that allegedly happened on the set of The Exorcist (and personal tragedies that befell the cast and crew), as well as the unsettling fallout at the old Alexian Brothers Hospital and the darkness that pursued the old furniture in the possessed boy’s hospital room. This is why I never shop at thrift stores.
I was extremely pleased to read that the Archdiocese of St. Louis was a pioneer in racial integration thanks to Cardinal Ritter (which is why they didn’t really want to publicize the exorcism—they were worried it would undermine the credibility necessary to achieve integration). Lord knows, STL has very little to boast about when it comes to issues of race.
One thing in favor of this book is that the author does us a service by calling out the anecdotes that are more likely to be rumor or myth, versus the account of “the exorcist’s diary” itself. So it at least pretends to avoid sensationalism. Ostensibly this is so we can make up our own minds about what happened, but the author isn’t exactly rigorous in his approach and it’s pretty obvious he thinks the possession was legitimate. As for me, I’m willing to believe it was demonic possession, but probably not Satan himself. (I just feel like he has better things to do than visit St. Louis.) But assuming this is true, it really makes you think about the power of the Catholic prayers and rituals to ward off evil. (Brb, going to buy a scapular off Etsy.)
Should you read it? Sure, if you live in STL and are curious about this topic. Just take it with a grain of salt.