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Book Review: This Mobius Strip of Ifs by Mathias B. Freese

Book: This Mobius Strip of Ifs
Author: Mathias B. Freese
Published by: Wheatmark
Date published: 2012
Format: Paperback
Length: 164 pages
ISBN: 9781604947236
Genres: Memoirs, Essays, Collection, American culture, Psychology

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The Synopsis: In this impressive and varied collection of creative essays, Mathias B. Freese jousts with American culture. A mixture of the author’s reminiscences, insights, observations, and criticism, This Mobius Strip of Ifs examines the use and misuse of psychotherapy, childhood trauma, complicated family relationships, his frustration as a teacher, and the enduring value of tenaciously writing through it all.


Freese scathingly describes the conditioning society imposes upon artists and awakened souls. Whether writing about the spiritual teacher Krishnamurti, poet and novelist Nikos Kazantzakis, or film giants such as Orson Welles and Buster Keaton, the author skewers where he can and applauds those who refuse to compromise and conform.

The profound visceral truths in this book will speak to anyone who endeavors to be completely alive and aware.

The Review
I didn’t really know what to expect from This Mobius Strip of Ifs when I was first approached to review the collection of essays. Having read few non-fiction pieces and not having a keen interest in the genre, I was quite hesitant when turning the first few pages. What a relief then, that I was blown away by a simply stunning assortment of essay which were insightful, entertaining and quite moving in their content.
The forward is excellent; succinct and concise, it brings together all the works in a short summary which almost reads as a short biography to Mathius Freeses’ life. It was extremely useful to have, for if you wanted to dip in and out of the collection and read the essays in whatever order you fancied, you could go back and remind yourself how each fitted in to the ‘wider picture’.The collection is split into three groups. The first of the essays are under the collective banner “knowledge is death”. As described in the forward, “to know who we are required that we ‘die’ to many ideas we have of ourselves. Paradoxically, this ‘death’ quickens awareness, makes us more alive and sensitive.” The essays are short extracts of Freeses’ journey to decondition himself; they explore everything from the labels society places on people to how his own awareness grew and developed. This may sound heavy but it is told with wit and intelligence, making what could be quite a difficult subjects accessible and comparatively not too difficult to understand.When I review any piece of work I carry with me a pen and a load of post-it notes to jot the odd thought down, to act as a prompt for when I come to write my final review. I had hundreds of post-it notes scattered all over this first group of essays and you know what many of them said? “I loved that sentence” or “I loved that quote”. In the end there are just to many to list but here are some of my favourites:

“Answers are expired prescriptions.” (Pg. 6)

“…we own the slave mentality.” (Pg. 16)
“Why so you seek books, schools, teachers to inform you what is?” (Pg. 19)
“Organise your life financially and it becomes an attribute, and no more than that.” (Pg. 21)
“To not be asleep in life.” (Pg. 36)
“I self-publish to announce I am here, for I will soon be gone.” (Pg. 49)

Having gone through therapy myself and having come out the ‘other side’ unscathed, I really connected with the first group of essays, particularly one entitled Ten Canon. I feel the essay is almost a play on the ‘Ten Commandments’ but in this case, it is the ten principals for achieving healing awareness. I came to find that I myself had attained almost all of these through my own therapy. This is what this first group does best; it connects with the reader. It almost offers a free course of therapy right in your hands. There are many points for which to start a discussion (and hence this would make a great book club read) and offers much food for thought long after you’ve read them.

The second group were collectively entitled “Metaphorical Noodles”. I must admit I didn’t like the essays as much as the first selection. The essays discussed various actors, films, producers, directors and so forth and for some it read like a biography of their screen career. Ironically, these actually read like ‘essays’ where as the first group didn’t seem as formal. This may also be partly due to the fact I connected with the first group so strongly; to go from quite personal topics to those I knew little about or had a deep interest in, was probably the reason why I didn’t enjoy them as much.

“The Seawall” was the title for the final group of essays. For me these were the most moving set of essays as the author describes the relationships with his family. About Caryn describe Freeses’ love and changing relationship with his daughter, Caryn. This essay was poignant and so touching, it moved me to the point of tears.

“Our relationship was one of orbiting moons, still and silent as they did their turns, in a vacuum.” (Pg. 124)

This sentence is a perfect example of how articulate Freese is and how powerful his words can be. His writing throughout all of the essays is superb; it’s difficult to see how it could have been worded any differently.

Perhaps my only couple of criticisms would be that the tone of the essays can sometimes be depressing and if read in one sitting, I could imagine the essays would be quite over-whelming.

Out of all of the essays, if I could only recommend my top five, it would have to be:

  1. Ten Canon
  2. Introductory Remarks on Retirement from a Therapist
  3. About Caryn
  4. I Really Don’t Know Me and I Really Don’t Know You
  5. Reflections on Rummaging
…oh and A Spousal Interview…and – you see it’s really pointless me even trying to narrow it down!
The Verdict – A stunning assortment of essays and possibly the best work by an Indie author I have ever read. Freese is incredibly articulate and manages to turn difficult subjects into something accessible and attractive to readers. In the essay ‘At 67’ Freese writes, “long after I am gone they can point to a grandfather or great-grandfather and say that that at least one Freese got out of the rubble of that family and made something of his life, left something of value.”This is that something! 5 Stars.

I Get No Satisfaction

Four years have passed since I entered the world of blogging and bloggers, the ubiquitous “challenges” still exist on websites, those feeble attempts at becoming “well-read” or “educated.” Or how I can impress others. Learning as competition, the hunger games.  (I read 50 books, all of them classics, and I am so learned, so gifted. By the time I’m 80 I will have read most of the greatest classics of western civilization. This will make me sophisticated, learned, humane, kind and insightful. Sure!)

I associate to Ezra Pound who edited Eliot’s The Wasteland  and who advised a young and aspiring poet that he must learn Sanskrit and Latin before he began his apprenticeship; yet it is this Pound who broadcast anti-Semitic diatribes for the Axis during World War II. And Eliot was an anti-Semite as well. So much for Sanskrit and Latin for turning you into a good human being. The naivete of bloggers is mind-blowing, of most human beings. In a recent review of This Mobius Strip of Ifs from a young and highly educated blogger in England with a website on beauty as well, two essays from the book were chosen to harp on, one highly critical of bloggers (I expected heat on that one) and the other on education, to lambaste me, for I had chosen not to be an adherent.

Clearly her ox had been gored, and she was blinded to the rest of the book that went far beyond blogging and issues of education. Her callowness and very youth contributed to her omissions. I can say that. I was young as well, but she has not as yet reached full maturity, if she ever will, for her education apparently has done a very good job at conditioning her. Her commitment is to academe, for she actually used the term “regime” in speaking of the educational system. How revealing a word that is! Equally revealing was her adherence to the status quo in England, and her review does reveal her native biases which she was open enough to comment upon (stiff-upper lip and all that rot).

She experienced my kind of American writing as too loose or open , too Whitmanesque, personal and real, in-your-face essays. She did Annie Hall on schools, lah-did-dah, and accused me of biting the hand that feeds me. I just love that accusation — dear plantation owner, thank you for only giving me 15 lashes.

The Israelites Leaving Egypt

In this way I can still continue to pick cotton. Ah, the slave Dathan who chastises Moses for leading the people of Israel from out of Egypt, arguing that what they left they knew better than what lay ahead. Moses walked the Jews in the desert for 40 years so that generation or mind-set would die out. Only a non-slave mind could enter Canaan.

Her review smarted and touched me in what I feel is part and parcel of my outlook, a willingness to be fair. She did not have to agree with my views, many reviewers have mentioned their disagreements with me on issues but have gone past that to review what they felt was essentially nourishing. The most startling sense I am getting from all these views is a serendipitous discovery. Many are saying that it is a profound self-help book, the very last thing I would ever set out to do. And I am beginning to be charmed by all that.

Writers debate endlessly over whether or not to respond to negative views. (I chose not to respond to that English blogger.) You write a well-thought out letter to the editor and the magazine has weeks to compose a rejoinder which often strips your letter of logic and nails your limbs to the wall. How can you argue with their battery of in-house writers. So I only respond when I am favored in a review or have a soupcon to add. The backlash from a negative comment on the part of a writer echoes through the halls of the internet. One blogger refused to review me because I had commented on what she had written about a previously reviewed book. I believe, if memory serves me right, I just had the audacity to disagree with one observation or another, but the review by itself stood.

What I have observed as I scour through directories and blogrolls on websites is something new: the Review Policy. Clearly bloggers have ushered in a new age, for they have become the source of reviews for the self-published authors. And they have become inundated with books and now screen them whereas only four short years ago they were more open to a wider array of books. Consequently when I open up the review policy page I see the acceptable genres they review which Is fine with me as it saves time. However, some of the review policy pages also supply a rating page, stars, numbers or some other merit system, which is vexing in its simplicity or know-nothingness. I’m from the old school. The review itself should have latently or inherently a “rating.” Stars are for the elementary mind, that says size-place is the best way to line up at the school door. What simpleton devised that, what teacher!

So with the amount of books being published we now have the review policy. The screw is turned. I, for one, am taken about the amount of reading some bloggers do to keep up and now some bloggers list the schedule for completion of reviews; some even close down because they cannot keep up with the influx of new authors asking for reviews. Some reviews are no more than a sentence or two which I find personally repugnant. I wrote 164 pages, don’t give me 75 words or less. And I struggle to worm myself in.

Additionally, some reviewers will not review self-published books. I can see that as I have read some of these and the editing can be atrocious; however, from my admitted narrow perspective I reasonably edit my books and repeatedly go over them for errors before I submit to be published. I am torn here. Not every writer who wants to be self-published is diligent about his or her work. However, one blogger said it best. She wrote that she can overcome that rash of poor editing if the content or intent is well expressed. So the content of my character, as Martin said, should be a guiding principle. There is a bias here about not accepting self-published books, but not an aberrant one. I suggest for every non self-published book the fair and honest blogger should try a self-published book — Thoreau was a wondrous exception and so was Whitman.

Additionally, I have observed that some bloggers give reviews that remind me of my own public school days, the ones in which you wrote a book report and titled it “My Book Report,” and gave a “Summary” of the plot and finally gave your “Opinion.” (There are reviews which  are blocked out that way with boldface to show the segments of the review itself.) With that out of the way the teacher took the best of these and using colored paper as a back matting, tacked it to the rear closet doors that had cork composite on their facing.

Bloggers really do not, in many cases, know how to review and often they apparently do not want to learn although there are very good books out there on how to review on the Web (see Maya Calvani’s book). I must say that I ‘ve been offered the opportunity to review books and I did that for about two times before I experienced the fatigue of doing it well, getting it in on time, checking the grammar and syntax and all the rest. I began to see how burdensome it is to be a blogger if you really do a good job. Bloggers admit, here and there, to burn out.

In fantasy if I were a responsible blogger, I would limit myself to no more than a book a month, knowing that I would devote time to that. I would choose carefully what I reviewed based on who I am and quite possibly with non-marketing conversations with the author, to feel him out about his work. On the basis of all that I may in fantasy attract a better clientele, knowing that I do not rush through my reading but take it quite seriously. Of course, just a fantasy.

With all this competition to get a blogger to review my book,  I have resolved, and that capacity to resolve is almost mercurial on a day to day basis, to get a review wherever the possibility exists: so my book has been sent to India, China, Bangalore, Assam, several to Canada (less postage), Australia, England, New Zealand, etc. I have come to terms that this book will take a year of my sending it out for reviews, as I am not into blog “touring,” something akin to a roadshow. I am averse to YouTube stuff, as I have a “fear” of the new technology. Quite frankly, I choose not to learn it as I find it intimidating and I rather stick my head up my ass for at least it is not unknown to me. In short, some of the marketing required to make the book known does unsettle me. I do the best I can, the rest are demands made upon me and I bristle at conditions.

Review of “This Mobius Strip of Ifs” by Diana Stevan

This review of “This Möbius Strip of Ifs” by Diana Stevan on her blog as well as on GoodReads.  Much thanks to Diana for her kind words about the book.

This Mobius Strip of Ifs – A Remarkable Book

When I opened the book This Mobius Strip of Ifsby Mathias B. Freese, I had no idea what to expect. The cover gave me no clues, as for starters I didn’t know what a Mobius strip meant. I learned it is “essentially a ribbon with a twist”. Freese views life as “random happenstance; a long line of ifs that we strive to make sense of for ourselves.” I have to concur, as this book somehow landed serendipitously in my hands and I’m still puzzled as to how this all came about. But once I started reading, I couldn’t stop. This is unusual for me as I think the last time I did this, I was a teenager, but the jewels I found inside the cover spoke to me like no other.

Mathias B.Freese is a former psychotherapist and teacher, and though he shares some of those experiences, this is no dry academic text. His essay collection is a rich concoction of stories, feelings, dreams, ideas, perceptions, and distilled memories. By sharing his own emotionally deprived childhood and family losses, he touches a core in all of us who’ve considered our early years and/or have gone through the pain of losing those we love. And he doesn’t flinch when he shares his regrets or his inability to make those tender family connections that we all crave. In doing so, he shares his humanity.

But This Mobius Strip of Ifs is much more than a compilation of personal reflections. Through discussing the people who’ve had an impact on him—like Jefferson, Freud, Buster Keaton, Orson Welles, and the writers, Camus, Krishnamurti and Kazantzakis, he encourages us to look at our own lives. As he weaves in his encounters with these great men and others through film and books, he raises those big questions we all ask ourselves.What is our purpose? What is of value? What are we teaching our children in schools? What are we giving them at home? How do we get over our mistakes, our regrets in life? Can we? And can we ever know ourselves?

He also touches on his life’s journey as a Jew, his writing about the Holocaust (see The i Tetraology) and how aging has affected him. One sentence in particular hit home. “What I leave literarily is no more important than the creases in my pants as this globe hurtles through space.”  I understand what he means by that, but I beg to differ. By the time I’d finished reading his brilliant book, I felt I’d received a gift—a glorious education about life, not only his, but my own.  Some of what I’ve missed in this review is well said in another,Book Chase, a blog by Sam Sattler.  This Mobius Strip of Ifs is one book I plan to visit again and again.

Review of “This Mobius Strip of Ifs” by Sam Sattler

This review of “This Möbius Strip of Ifs” by Sam Sattler appeared on his Book Chase website.  A slightly edited on version is available on Amazon.  Much thanks to Sam for his kind words about the book.

This Mobius Strip of Ifs

Seldom have I run across a collection of essays as revealing, provoking, and inspiring as Mathias Freese’s This Mobius Strip of Ifs.  Freese is at a place in his life that lends itself to deep introspection about the “what-ifs” of a lifetime spent searching for the truth about himself and his relationship to a society of which he largely disapproves.  This collection of thirty-six essays, written over a period of four decades, chronicles everything from Freese’s childhood memories, to his battle to free himself of society’s conditioning and regimentation, to the loss of an adult daughter who succumbed to the chronic pain she could no longer tolerate and took her own life.  There are so many ideas packed into this 164-page book, in fact, that it is difficult to know where to begin discussing them.

The essays themselves are divided into three sections, the first of which is titled by a Nietzsche quotation: “Knowledge is Death.”  In this section are pieces on things such as Freese’s experiences as a frustrated high school teacher, his later career as a therapist, his admiration of Thomas Jefferson and Christopher Hitchens’s God Is Not Great, and a scalding few pages about the pretentiousness and maliciousness of book-reviewing bloggers, “some of whom imagine they are literary critics.”

I find one quote from the Hitchens essay to be particularly striking – and revealing:

“To learn that most of what you have learned from the elders of your own family, your ethnicity and your nation is organized bullshit can be terribly frightening, ultimately moving and then considerably bracing.”

The book’s second section is entitled “Metaphorical Noodles” and focuses on Freese’s appreciation of a handful of actors and movies.  This portion of the book includes individual essays on Buster Keaton, Peter Lorre, and Orson Welles, as well as one on Fellini’s La Dolce Vita.  Freese’s deep love of Buster Keaton’s work convinced me that finding some of Keaton’s early films is something I need to do.  Having enjoyed two of the films now, I thank him for that.

The third section of the book, “The Seawall,” is comprised of Freese’s thoughts on his relationship to his children and his “Remembrances of Things Past.”  The theme here, if perhaps a bit more concisely expressed, is much like what Freese presents in the book’s first group of essays.  Looking back on his life now, Mathias Freese can say, “I have few regrets.  It is what it is, it is what I have been given.”  He had to work very hard, for a long, long time, to reach this point in his life.  May This Mobius Strip of Ifs gently push the rest of us in that direction.

Rated at: 5.0

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