Jacques Vallee: Off his game or spot on?

When I write that I think the eminent Jacques Vallee may be  “senile,” I’m being facetious.

(Senility is now assigned to the dementia category, and no longer accepted as a correct designation for loss of memory and other mental malfeasances of the aged.)

What I’m saying about Vallee is that he is no longer functioning in the full bloom of his former intellectual ability, and most of you have seen the diminution; it’s blatant in his current, new book Trinity.

The absence of acute intellectualism derives from Jacque’s sliding into sentimental asides – very unscientific, obviously (and rife for psychological conjecture) along with his rumination on the natural beauty of the area in which he finds himself, not the specific area where the alleged craft he’s investigating is but the adjunct area where the first Atom Bomb tests took place.

This is a diversion that beclouds what he’s doing in the area – a vacation-like account that would better fit a travel magazine or personal diary, not a scientific sojourn meant to show that a weird object with attendant creatures in it, the “object” having a disastrous accident, that Vallee and his co-author (Paola Harris) think is an event opening humanity here to a vivid and important impactive episode.

My point? The book is a travelogue and fictive-like rumination, full of emotional clutter and side-bars that are not pertinent to a premise of proving a “UFO” or something akin crashed in 1945, in the Southwest, a few years before the infamous Roswell incident.

Dominick thinks that Vallee is writing within a context of child reminiscence, which may be correct but that’s not a scientific providence, unless you’re writing about an episode that’s psychoanalytic in nature.

To surround his thesis – that a craft from outside Earth’s provenance crashed in 1945 and was witnessed by two young boys (who supposedly pilfered some elements from the disastrous event) – with acute hints that the kids were prescient for their ages, 7 and 9, is a flawed scientific enterprise; it’s a set-up for a movie script, which may be what the book is really about.

At any rate, the book is novelistic, not scientific or pertinent to UFO history. It’s the attempt by an old man, grabbing at is lost youth (perhaps) or a last gasp at fame, which Dominick, to his credit, notes.

N.B. Photo of Vallee (above) from new dimensions radio

RR

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