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Chapter 9<br />

The Strange Début of Dianetics<br />

'My vanity hopes that you will secure credit to me for eleven years of unpaid research, but my<br />

humanity hopes above that that this science will be used as intelligently and extensively as<br />

possible, for it is a science and it does produce exact results uniformly and can, I think, be of<br />

benefit.' (Letter from L.R. Hubbard to Dr Joseph Winter, August 1949)<br />

• • • • •<br />

In the spring of 1949, Ron and Sara had moved to the New Jersey shore, to a beach cottage at Bay<br />

Head, a discreetly genteel yachting resort on the northern tip of Barnegat Bay. Rich New Yorkers<br />

who could not quite afford the Hamptons kept large summer houses at Bay Head where they<br />

sailed the ruffled blue waters of the bay, played tennis and attended each other's cocktail parties.<br />

The Hubbards' rented cottage was one of the smallest properties, but Sara, who suspected she<br />

was pregnant, was delighted with it. She was weary of their peripatetic lifestyle; she calculated that<br />

in only three years of marriage they had set up home in seven different States and had never stayed<br />

in one place for more than a few months. Bay Head, with its country club aura,did much to lift her<br />

spirits.<br />

John Campbell had persuaded them to move from Georgia and had found them the cottage which<br />

was less than a hour's drive on the Garden State Parkway from Plainfield, where he and his wife<br />

lived. He wanted Ron close by because he wanted, passionately wanted, to be involved in what he<br />

considered to be the historic genesis of Dianetics.<br />

It was predictable, in the course of their working relationship as science-fiction editor and sciencefiction<br />

writer, that Campbell and Hubbard would spend time together discussing ideas and that<br />

Ron would test his theories on a man as responsive as the editor of Astounding. Campbell was an<br />

intellectual maverick: he had studied physics and chemistry at college, had a mechanistic<br />

approach to psychology and was fascinated by gimmicks and technology, but he also flirted with<br />

psychic phenomena like dowsing, telekinesis, telepathy and clairvoyance. Ron could not have had<br />

a more attentive audience when he first began to propound his theory that the brain worked like a<br />

computer which could be made markedly more efficient by clearing its clogged memory bank.<br />

Always a persuasive talker, Hubbard possessed a natural ability to marshal a smattering of<br />

knowledge into a cogent and authoritative thesis, interwoven with scientific and medical jargon. His<br />

'scientific' approach to unravelling the mysteries of the human psyche precisely accorded with<br />

Campbell's own view that humanity could be investigated with the techniques and impersonal<br />

methodology of the exact sciences,[1] and although Ron's ideas stemmed more from his exuberant<br />

imagination than from any research, to Campbell what Hubbard had to say was tantamount to a<br />

revelation on the road to Damascus.<br />

He compared individual memory to a 'time-track' on which every experience was recorded. Using a<br />

form of hypnosis, he believed painful experiences could be recalled and 'erased' with consequent<br />

beneficial effects to both physical and mental health. Ron offered to demonstrate on a convenient<br />

couch at Campbell's home in Plainfield. He drew the blinds, told Campbell to relax, close his eyes<br />

on a count to seven and try to recall his earliest childhood experience. Gently prompted by Ron to<br />

produce more and more details, Campbell was surprised to find he could resurrect long-forgotten

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