Tuesday, June 12, 2012
This Mobius Strip of Ifs (Part 1 of the Book Review)
Title of the Book: This Mobius Strip of Ifs
Author's webpage: Mathias B. Freese
Author's own review of his book
Available on Amazon, etc
In his query requesting review of the book, Mathias Freese said: 'This Möbius Strip of Ifs', is a new book of essays and memoirs written over four decades, a kind of Bilsdungroman of my psychological life as a writer, psychotherapist, spiritual seeker, and teacher. I am glad he explained, else given the use of the word Mobius, I would have at first glance thought whether the book covered the intricacies of mathematics. After having read the book, I couldn't agree more with the title.
PART 1 OF MY BOOK REVIEW.
Somerset Maugham is one of my favourite authors. And one of his quotes which remains stuck in my head is: “The only important thing in a book is the meaning that it has for you”. On a first read of: This Mobius Strip of Ifs, by Mathias B Freese, the book seemed to have little if not, no meaning.
It came across a pure rant by the author. A rant against the education system which churns out robots with no mind of their own who march into society to be a success (in material terms); a rant against a mother-daughter duo who while they did not overtly flaunt their wealth were the top bidders at an auction (the auction was to sell the assets of a rich couple who were divorcing each other) -- the author disliked the gluttony he witness as the economy especially in these parts (Nevada) was down in the dumps; a rant against bloggers turned book critics; a rant against an overbearing mother; a rant against an unethical therapist; a rant against his ex wife (this relationship had ended in a divorce)… The underlying current of the book was: I do not care what you think of my book – I’ve written it only for myself! This in fact was stated by the author in the chapter titled: A spousal interview (yes, his wife did interview him and even wrote a beautiful foreword).
The unheard scream or screams resonated not only in the chapters which dealt with the failure of the education systems , one of the chapters ended with the use of this term, but the unheard scream resounded through-out the book, was quite high pitched at times and was quite painful to hear.
In one of the chapters the author has raved and ranted against a blogger, who ridiculed his query for review of his book and then through ‘sheer malice’ ripped him apart in a review (presumably after having taken the trouble of purchasing his book). The author takes care to point out that he does not mind negative reviews of his book but he did mind this assassination of himself. I wonder how an obscure blogger could cause him anguish. Her opinion could have been entirely ignored. After all, the author inscribes each book with a part of a prayer: Overdraw me Lord and who cares if I break – Kazantzakis
Jane Freese, his wife explains in the Foreword, the meaning of this part of the prayer is to except a gret deal from oneself and nothing for the world. Then should a blogger whom he doesn’t even know in person, cause enough turmoil to make him unleash his vast vocabulary of words describing the incident and the pain? Thus, quite a few such narrations in the book, which seemed contradictory to each other, puzzled me.
In a book, which is all about him the author and his journey, his pains, his tribulations and his opinions (I wish he had also captured his joys), the distinction between the book and the author is bound to get blurred. I agree that his mother could have been overbearing and perhaps this experience dates back to an era where parents were not friends and there was no open communication. Yet, surely there were some joyous moments that he remembers? Or does he prefer to live in the dark gloom of despair and knowingly or unknowingly pull his readers into the same vacuum?
A first reading of the book gave me the impression that it was just one big rant. Yet, at a sub-conscious level, I knew the book was also trying to tell me something, I need to connect the various threads and see the real design as it was meant to be seen. There are questions which I have asked, which the author has also asked. I wish to ‘see’, to be ‘self-aware’, I don’t believe in herd mentality. Even through the din of the ranting and raving, these questions were captured in the book and opinions were expressed. So I went back, to read it again.
I realised, who am I to judge people (in this case the author and his book). We as human beings are complex. We are made of layers and layers. Peel the first layer and then there is the second, and then the third.. We can continue peeling without finding the core.
Our core? Sometimes we are not even aware of it ourselves. But, it was essential, at least for me, to try and peel a few layers of the pages of this book. To understand, to find out what meaning the book held for me. And I was truly touched by one sentence in his review of his own book: As the child he is at times, he is saddened at being misunderstood — aren’t we all?
So, in the next few paragraphs I will deal with what the pages of this book meant for me, when I read it again for a second time.
When I first read about the author’s rants against the education system, I felt angry, confused and betrayed that he had not tried to change the system. I even shot an email to the author, expressing my opinion. He mentions in the book: “I retrained as a shrink, because I didn’t want to come to my death being only a teacher, not what it is in this culture”.
Then, I realised that the author was no quitter. He had put in several long years trying to change the system. He was against the monotonous recitation of the pledge, yet wanted his students to understand what true patriotism truly is. What comes across on a first read is that he was happy to escape. A second read was really warranted to peel away the first layer of the book. He wanted to make kids see, perhaps he just had an unorthodox way of doing that, ruffling many along the way. At least one student wrote to him, calling him a breath of fresh air. Perhaps he had the same impact on others. I wish his experience as a teacher had not been that traumatic.
I recall the story narrated to me when I was a school kid, of a boy at the beach, who kept picking star fishes that had landed on the sandy shore. He collected them and threw them back in the sea. People told him, his efforts were futile. However, picking up yet another star fish and throwing it back into the sea, he smiled and said: It made a difference to that one. So yes, his teaching experience could have made a difference to many.
Post the few chapters of his struggle as a teacher, the author describes his experience as a therapist. Ironically, the unethical therapist for whom he penned many a paper as he could not afford her fees, for which she got good scores made him realise that he too could do post graduate work in a doctoral program in psychology.
Not the very best reasons, was my first impression, for turning to another career. It did show a lack of passion in pursuing another field, probably the passion within had died in the monotonous gloom of the education system.
Yet, it is these chapters that I like the best. In the chapter: Introductory remarks on retirement from a therapist, drawing on his experience, he states: “Few of us give as much energy to what we psychologically, spiritually and emotionally need…”What is important is how we have lived our life, as opposed to how much we have saved for our retirement. In another chapter titled “Ten Canon(s)” the author pends down ten tenets which could lead to a healing awareness. My favourite is: Self esteem is the scree, rock and earth at a mountain’s base. The author tells us, “Think of the essence you have, not what others say you are, or what societal lint you garner…”
(The next two sections are yet to be read and perhaps re-read. The book review will continue. I will also send across to the author a few questions and hope to gain his insights. Watch out for the second part of the book review and the author interview)
Announcement: The book is the winner of the National Indie Excellence Awards in the Non fiction category. Congratulations, Matt.
Note: This book was sent to me by the author for the purpose of review.
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