I finished this with my pulse up and my browser full of tabs. Banister names the machinery and then shows it humming, and the result feels like someone turned the lights on in a theater you thought you knew.
The through line is moral clarity: myths thrive on silence, but receipts speak. When Banister invites readers to "move beyond the scripts," it lands as invitation and dare. I underlined so much that the margins look like a weather map.
Scenes snap into place. The startup bullpen where founders practice origin stories. The influencer academy drilling sincerity under ring lights. HR reciting a policy that sounds like Scripture but reads like an NDA. It is astonishing and enraging and, somehow, energizing.
This is not just exposé. It is methodology you can take with you, a way to evaluate claims without becoming cynical. The counterhistory built from FOIA responses and Slack logs is careful, humane, and relentless.
I wanted to hand this to everyone who ever told me the story was the work. The work is the work. The story is a tool, and Banister shows how to hold it without getting cut.