This book starts off wonderfully, mixing together various ideas from a wide range of topics, while quoting interesting people, such as Carl Jung and Joseph Campbell. I was so intrigued by it all that I started a dream/synchronicity journal; something I’ve done in the past, but haven’t been interested in for years. As I kept reading, however, Chris Mackey became not only a bit too New Agey for me, but also became so engrossed in trying to tell the difference between hypomanic wellness and hypomanic illness that he basically lost me. I started skimming. Moreover, Mr. Mackey’s attraction to the 2005 version of Charlie And The Chocolate Factory left me amused and confounded. While he saw such deep meaning in the film, I remember it strictly as typical Hollywood garbage where a grown man gets to act like a little boy forever. The boy in the movie gets to be the adult, while the man gets to be the child. Hissssssssssssssssssssss.
Thus, am I saying I don’t recommend Chris Mackey’s Synchronicity? No, not at all. I’m just saying that it’s possibly going to have a limited audience, because the author is going off in too many directions; some being too odd for many readers. That is a shame, too, because Mr. Mackey seems so sincere and caring, as well as so dedicated to changing the psychology/psychiatry field to a more positive one, that does not rely so heavily on medication. He knows so much about all of this, because not only has he been a practicing psychologist for a long time, he has also been a patient in a mental hospital. He has had periods of severe depression and suicidal thoughts. This brings us back to the hypomanic wellness and hypomanic illness matter. In my opinion, the author dwelled on that too long, and was not totally convincing about something being a sign of wellness, as opposed to illness.
From Mr. Mackey’s first stay in a mental ward to the end of the book, I could not help wondering if he was in the right field of work or not. I could not stop wondering if it was his job, his profession that was making him depressed and suicidal. A lot of individuals go into the field of psychology/psychiatry for the wrong reasons, one being having a childhood where they had to deal with mental illness in the family. The author’s mother was bi-polar. While Mr. Mackey is obviously incredibly dedicated to his work and trying to revolutionize psychological treatment, all I could think at the end of the book is that he should really seriously consider getting totally away from the field of psychology! That thought was not to discredit him, but to get him away from something that seemed to have swallowed up his soul. Maybe, though, I am wrong about that, and hopefully am wrong about the possible unpopularity of this book. For it’s impossible not to like Chris Mackey and wish him the very best.
(Note: I received a free e-copy of this book from NetGalley and the publisher in exchange for an honest review.)