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Book Review – From Survival to Self-Awareness: In the Throes Triumphs as a Visionary Sci-Fi Masterpiece
Thank you to Andreas Michaelides of the blog A.M. News for such a thoughtful and celebratory review of my novel, In the Throes. He shares, “In the Throes by Mathias B. Freese is not just a book—it’s an experience that delves deep into the human condition through the lens of an alien world. Winner of the Science Fiction category at the prestigious San Francisco Book Festival, this novel has rightfully earned its place among the most thought-provoking works in contemporary literature. Freese’s ability to blend rich philosophical musings with a gripping narrative is on full display, making In the Throes…
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Raymonde – Excerpt from Again. Again and Again.
Raymonde I wonder if there will be a name for what is happening to us – slavery, for example, colonialism, socialism, Marxism which I am well conversant with. Arrested for my political activities and for being a Jew by the Nazis and transported to this camp, I have spent 9 months here. I remember being herded into a rickety rail car and shipped like so much cattle and how all of us had one pail for our offal. It is not the smell of shit that wrecks our minds. No, not that alone. It is the breakdown of social codes,…
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CRO-MAGNON — TEMPLATE
I sit on this crag overlooking a gentle valley. I don’t think about the future. I don’t think about the past. One is long gone, the other out there where I don’t live. I am the only one of our clan that spends early morning time thinking. I think now, in the now. After a hunt I could be left gored by an animal — or dead. When you are dead, time goes away.When I look across the valley, I just begin to think. It happens. It is much like walking, it happens. During the heat of the day I…
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NMM REDUX
In the back of my mind is what will I write next. I should , like Pilate, wash my hands of writing, but I can’t, not really. It is tied up with my drive as a person which is considerable. A few words here on a pad, a phrase or so, a complete sentence over the days amounting to so much verbal dandruff. I have learned over the decades not to force it. The unconscious will speak in due time. So I sit in my car on Franklin Avenue in Huntsville waiting for noon and a luncheon I am attending…