Michael Jackson Hid In Terror From Family
In the exhaustive and at times exhausting new biography “Untouchable: The Strange Life and Tragic Death of Michael Jackson,” journalist Randall Sullivan presents a radical new theory concerning one of the most heavily scrutinized public figures of the last half a century. Namely, that the man revered worldwide as the “King of Pop” could not possibly have been a child molester. The book posits that Jackson resisted sex for all his days and died in 2009 a 50-year-old virgin.
To support that tough-to-swallow and even more difficult-to-prove claim, Sullivan takes a two-pronged approach. He attempts to paint Jackson’s $15-million out-of-court settlement with Jordan Chandler (the 12-year-old who accused the performer of having sexually molested him in 1993) as a textbook extortion case. The payout, Sullivan writes, was the “worst decision” Jackson ever made.
Second, the author lays out the almost Dickensian misery of the singer’s early life: performing in dingy strip clubs at age 8, hitting puberty while surrounded by frenzied groupies who terrified him and once even being locked by his brothers in a hotel room with two adult prostitutes (with whom Jackson forswore sexual contact).
Moreover, Joseph Jackson is described as the performer’s “vain, domineering brute” of a father, who effectively robbed Michael of a childhood by forcing him into the spotlight so young and physically beating performance perfectionism into him.
It all combined to engender the superstar’s peculiar penchant for surrounding himself with children, one of Jackson’s few respites from the crushing demands of fame. That controversial lifestyle choice, “Untouchable” contends, ended up costing him everything.
“It was understood that Michael Jackson sought the company of prepubescent males because he yearned to be one himself,” Sullivan writes. “[He] wasn’t trying to be heterosexual or homosexual or even asexual, but rather presexual…”
The biography provides much more than a revisionist history for one of the most puzzling performers in all of popular culture, one with whom I became closely acquainted after covering him in depth for the Los Angeles Times for half a decade. The 704-page tome — which has already sparked outrage in many of the performer’s fans for a prosthetic-nose-and-all depiction of its subject — arrives as the most comprehensive effort to chronicle the hot mess of Jackson’s last half-decade on Earth. It was a period of harrowing personal tumult, heavy chemical dependency and financial implosion, during which the singer came perilously close to winding up in prison for the rest of his life.
Longtime Rolling Stone magazine contributor Sullivan does an effective job of humanizing and providing a psychological rationale for much of the King of Pop’s most bizarre behavior. But “Untouchable” buckles under the weight of its reportage. It’s overlong and feels overstuffed with extraneous detail, especially in the book’s final fourth, which takes up the story after the singer’s death, serving to question the validity of his will, chronicle the pit battle for control of Jackson’s estate and examine the murky medical circumstances surrounding his death — all while establishing the Jackson clan as the worst kind of scheming money grubbers.
It comes as somewhat of a disappointment that the dysfunction that defined Michael Jackson’s life should provide the only denouement in this telling of his brief, tragic existence.
The author struggles valiantly to untie the Gordian Knot of Jackson’s myriad legal entanglements and higgledy-piggledy, megabuck business dealings. Jackson made a bad habit of reneging on handshake deals for seven-figure loans and then entering into competing business agreements, egged on by greedy family members or various individuals who would represent themselves as his “manager” with or without Jackson’s consent.
These arrangements almost invariably went sour and mired the superstar in legal entanglements. “Michael went through life knowing that anybody he developed a relationship with was eventually going to sue him,” Jackson criminal defense attorney Tom Mesereau says in the book. “And yet he kept hoping it would turn out differently each time.”
Sullivan’s forensic accounting also extends to the pop superstar’s wildly profligate spending habits — how his seven-figure shopping sprees for antiques, jewelry and luxury cars helped Jackson achieve a sedative-like calm. Never mind how that kind of conspicuous consumption also wound up putting the Peter Pan of pop $567 million in debt, even at a time when he was reaping a staggering yearly fortune from his business investments and continuing music sales.
Relying heavily on existing reports (including many from The Times), the book provides a cattle call of Jackson’s rich benefactors — a Bahraini prince, a Calabasas pornographer and the “mysterious” physician-turned-Jackson consigliere Dr. Tohme Tohme among them — who befriended the star during various times of need and attempted to restore order to Jackson’s kingdom. All these white knights failed during Jackson’s lifetime. The ones who came closest to laying the groundwork for what would have been the star’s comeback, with the never-realized concerts at London’s O2 Arena in 2009, were a trio of billionaires — Southern California supermarket magnate Ron Burkle, Colony Capital founder Thomas Barrack and sporting and entertainment mogul Philip Anschutz — who viewed Jackson as more of a distressed asset in need of rehabilitation than a washed-up pop star.
Yet that is precisely how Jackson comes across in Sullivan’s vivid rendering of the star’s years in exile, “a kind of Flying Dutchman wandering the globe,” after being acquitted in his 2005 criminal trial. He first exploited the generosity of Sheik Abdullah bin Hamad bin Isa Al Khalifa, second son ofBahrain’s king, to the tune of $7 million. And later, when Jackson grew disenchanted with life in the Middle East, he castle-hopped in Ireland with his children in tow, trying to kick-start his creative process with the help of a who’s who of Top 40 pop stars.
But by its final six chapters — up to date through relatively recent Jackson family mini-scandals, including Prince Michael “Blanket” Jackson being allegedly menaced with a Taser by a cousin and the odd case of matriarch Katherine Jackson’s supposed “kidnapping” to Arizona — “Untouchable” morphs from a penetrating expose into a joyless slog.
Even while the book’s scope and depth are certainly its primary selling points, the mind-numbing catalog of Jackson’s legal labyrinth, roll call of interfamily beefs and humongous cast of shady characters makes for a strenuous read. With its 53-page afterward and 189 pages of sourcing, “Untouchable” ultimately functions more like a document of record than literature.