This is the first nonfiction book in this Behind the Book series, and it couldn’t be more different from the novels that came before it. No galaxies, no reapers, no immortal admirals. Just a direct look at the things people believe that aren’t true, and my honest, rarely charitable reaction to them.
It started, as these things often do, with a television.
What made Richard Lowe write a debunking book?
I was watching Ancient Aliens on the History Channel, the show that spends its runtime suggesting that extraterrestrials built the pyramids, the Nazca lines, and roughly everything else humans have ever accomplished.
And somewhere in the middle of it I had a very simple reaction: this is asinine. Not interesting-wrong. Not a fun what-if. Just stupid, presented as history, on a channel with the word History in its name. And the thought that followed was, someone should write a book taking all of this apart. Not this one belief. All of them.
The irony of the channel was part of what pushed me. This wasn’t some fringe website streaming to a few thousand true believers. This was a mainstream network, with History in its name, presenting the claim that human beings were too primitive to stack their own rocks and must have had help from space. The pyramids, the moai, the great monuments of people who were every bit as intelligent as we are, reassigned to aliens because a cable channel found the alien version more profitable to broadcast. That isn’t harmless. It tells millions of viewers that their ancestors were incapable, and it does it under the banner of history.
From there it grew the way my larger books grow, one piece at a time, this belief and then that one, until it became a field guide across eighteen chapters: the flat earthers, the anti-vaxxers, the celebrity death hoaxers, the secret-society watchers, the moon-landing deniers, the financial-fantasy crowd, and on and on. And the show that started the book got its own chapter. The ancient-astronaut idea it sells is in there, getting the treatment it deserves.
Why is Ridiculous Things People Actually Believe unsparing?
Because there’s a great deal of nonfiction that takes the compassionate, understanding approach to misinformation, and it’s very polite, and it hasn’t fixed anything.
I wanted to do the opposite. As I put it in the introduction, I’m not interested in validating the road. I’m interested in the destination. That’s usually embarrassing and occasionally catastrophic.
The reason is that these beliefs are claims with no basis in fact.
Take homeopathy. That’s one of the stupidest things I’ve ever encountered. The theory is that a substance diluted in water so many times that not one molecule of the original remains can still cure you, because the water remembers what used to be in it. People pay real money for water on the grounds that the water has a memory. Laid out plainly, it explains its own absurdity.
Or take the flat earthers, who are back, in numbers, in the age of satellites.
The model requires that every airline pilot, every ship captain, every physics teacher, and every space agency on earth keep the same secret across generations without one of them cracking. A conspiracy of millions, perfectly airtight, maintained for no stated reason. It’s easier to believe the earth is round than to believe that many people could keep any secret at all. The belief doesn’t survive five seconds of thinking about the logistics, and yet the conferences sell out.
And this is what decided the tone of the entire book.
If you’re charitable toward that, you encourage it. Being gentle with a baseless belief tells the believer that their version of reality has value, that it’s a legitimate item on the menu of things a reasonable person might think. That reinforces the delusion. A lot of what’s in this book is low-level insanity, and the polite approach keeps conceding the one thing that should never be conceded: the belief might have a point.
Underneath all of it is a principle I earned across forty-five years in technology.
A database either stores the data or it doesn’t. A network either routes the packets or it doesn’t. You don’t get to believe your way to a different outcome. Reality has opinions, and they aren’t negotiable. The bluntness in this book is just that same intolerance for things that don’t work, pointed at ideas instead of systems.
The book on this: Ridiculous Things People Actually Believe is a field guide to conspiracy theories and pseudoscience, and the machinery that manufactures them.
Did Richard Lowe ever believe in pseudoscience?
More than you might guess, because I came up inside this material.
When I was a kid we’d travel to see my grandmother on holidays, and she had a room full of UFO books and conspiracy books. That’s where I found Erich von Daniken’s Chariots of the Gods and its sequels, the foundational ancient-astronaut texts, the direct ancestor of the very show that would set off this book decades later. I didn’t skim them. I read all of them, cover to cover, several times. I was hooked.
It was the science-fiction feel that hooked me. Belief never entered into it. Those books read like speculative fiction, and that’s what I loved about them. Then I grew up, a few brain cells came online, and I saw them for what they were: theories built out of straw, grand claims assembled from a scrap of coincidence or a misread artifact and presented as revelation. I saw the machinery, and I discarded them.
That arc is why I feel entitled to the harshness.
I’m not a scold who never felt the pull. This exact material charmed me. I read the founding text of it more times than I can count, and then I learned to see how the arguments were built. As I say in the book, the difference between me and the people in it isn’t that I’m incapable of irrational thinking. I’ve owned a lucky shirt. I’ve knocked on wood. The difference is that I never let irrational thinking kill anyone, and that bar turns out to be higher than you’d expect.
Why use humor to debunk false beliefs?
Because a book that says “these beliefs are stupid and some of them kill children” for eighteen straight chapters would be unbearable, and unreadable. The comedy breaks the critical feel. It lowers the harshness enough that you can keep going, and it makes the beliefs look ridiculous while it does it.
That double duty is the point. The mockery in this book makes the argument. When I describe the flat-earth model as the world’s worst lazy Susan, the joke is doing the debunking. Making a thing look absurd is a way of showing that it’s absurd. The humor and the demolition are the same motion.
There’s a practical calculation in it too. A reader who’s laughing is still reading.
The moment a book about human folly turns into a lecture, the people who most need to hear it close the cover, and the ones who stay are only the ones who already agreed. Humor keeps the door open. It lets me say something cutting about a belief and keep the reader with me to the end of the chapter, where the actual argument lives. A joke is a delivery system for a point that would bounce off if I stated it flatly.
One clarification, though, because people assume a book like this comes from rage.
I wasn’t angry. I was mocking it. The tone I chose is what I’d call humorous anger, and it’s a mode I work in. It reads as anger on the page because that’s the key I decided to write in. I like writing nonfiction in different emotional states, and I vary the delivery from book to book the way a novelist varies voice. This one happens to be written in humorous anger because that tone both entertains and dismantles at the same time.
How is Ridiculous Things People Actually Believe organized?
The first two-thirds catalog the beliefs. The last chapters do the more important work: they explain why any of this exists. Ridiculing a delusion is satisfying, but it isn’t enough, and I’d have felt like a fraud if I’d stopped there. The book had to answer the question: why do people believe this, and what’s behind it?
What’s behind it, most of the time, is money. Or power. Or a hostile actor, a state that weaponizes belief, or simply someone with a financial stake in keeping the nonsense alive. Go back to the show that started the book. Ancient Aliens makes money from people watching it. So of course it glamorizes and exaggerates the ancient-astronaut idea, because the more people watch, the more money it makes. The absurdity is a product, tuned for engagement, because engagement is revenue. The nonsense is profitable. That’s why it persists and spreads.
That gives the whole second half its spine, and it’s the part of the book that makes me angriest: most of these beliefs have somebody profiting from them.
The logical fallacies and the cognitive biases I cover in those late chapters are the mechanism inside the individual head, the vulnerabilities that let a belief take hold.
But the money is the reason the belief is being aimed at that head in the first place. The biases explain how ordinary brains get weaponized against their owners. The money explains who’s aiming the weapon, and why. Put them together with the social-media dynamics that connect the two at scale, and you get the real picture: profit and power on one side manufacturing the beliefs, human cognitive weakness on the other side accepting them, and the platforms wiring the whole circuit together.
And it matters because the bill comes due in the real world.
These aren’t harmless hobbies. Some of the beliefs in this book empty bank accounts. Some of them break families. Some of them put children in the ground, because a parent chose a manifestation coach over an oncologist, or skipped a vaccine for a disease we’d beaten. The comedy is real and so is the body count, and holding both at once is the honest way to write about it. Laughing at the flat-earth conference doesn’t mean pretending the anti-vaccine chapter has no funerals in it.
So the specific idiocies are the entertaining way in, but the book’s actual thesis is structural. This is an industry. It monetizes delusion, sometimes weaponizes it, and a field guide to specific ridiculous beliefs is really a guide to noticing when you’re the product being sold to.
How does Ridiculous Things People Actually Believe fit with Richard Lowe’s other books?
In the fiction, the through-line across these Behind the Book essays has been writing from viewpoints that aren’t my own: a cat, a galaxy, an artificial mind, prehistoric people. Nonfiction runs on a parallel version of the same instinct.
Instead of choosing a viewpoint, I choose an emotional tone and write the whole book inside it. I wrote Ridiculous Things in humorous anger. Another of my nonfiction books is measured, another is warm, another is something else. The tone is a deliberate choice I make for the material, the same way a novelist chooses a voice. Control of tone is the craft either way.
And like all my larger books, this one grew by accumulation, one belief at a time, until the pattern underneath the beliefs became visible, and that pattern was the point all along.
I’m prouder of those last chapters than of any joke in the book. The people selling this stuff know exactly what they’re doing, and the people buying it pay with their savings, their families and sometimes their kids. If one reader finishes the book and starts asking who profits from what they’ve just been told, I’ll count it a success, and the channel that started all of this can keep its aliens.
