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From the ashes of the Holocaust, a gift of lessons for living


A review of Man’s Search for Meaning, by Viktor E. Frankl

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“Life is not primarily a quest for pleasure, as Freud believed, or a quest for power, as Alfred Adler taught, but a quest for meaning.” This is the conclusion that a young Viennese psychiatrist, Viktor E. Frankl, reached in the course of more than three years in a succession of four Nazi concentration camps, including Auschwitz. The book he wrote in the space of nine days in 1946, originally under another title, morphed over the years into the thin volume known around the world today as Man’s Search for Meaning. It has sold more than 12 million copies and been translated into 24 languages, serving as a source of inspiration and solace for millions of people. Man’s Search for Meaning is frequently cited as one of the most important books of the 20th Century.

Frankl’s almost matter-of-fact description of his years in concentration camps is profoundly moving, the more so because it’s a fiercely personal document and makes no attempt to relate the familiar statistics now surrounding the topic or to place the Nazi phenomenon in historic perspective. Frankl writes simply about how he personally managed to remain hopeful in the face of staggering brutality, including the murder of his young wife at Bergen-Belsen and the death of numberless friends and colleagues. As Frankl relates, their deaths came not only at the hands of SS guards but also, at least equally, as the result of sadistic behavior by the “Capos,” prisoners themselves raised to positions of authority and privilege by the Nazis. The effect of reading this material is searing. Here, God is truly in the details.

However, Frankl’s story about life in the concentration camps is only one of several parts in Man’s Search for MeaningThe edition I read included five pieces written over more than half a century by three different authors: a foreword by Rabbi Harold S. Kushner, an Afterword by William J. Winslade, and three articles by Frankl. The first of these three, “Experiences in a Concentration Camp,” has received the most attention from non-professionals. The second, “Logotherapy in a Nutshell,” is Frankl’s brief summary of the principles and procedures of logotherapy, the “third school” of Viennese psychiatry that Frankl created — an approach that’s often termed “existential psychiatry.” (Somehow, Carl Jung seems to have gotten lost in the numbering system — perhaps because he was Swiss, not Viennese.) Frankl also wrote a “Postscript 1984” bearing the title, “The Case for a Tragic Optimism.” And all this writing fits comfortably into a remarkably thin little volume. 

Intellectually, Frankl’s abbreviated introduction to logotherapy for the layperson, was the most intriguing part of the book. The term itself is derived from the much-used Greek word, logos, which has been applied to all manner of pursuits in philosophy, rhetoric, and religion. Frankl took it to mean something like “meaning.” He rejected the determinism of Freudian and Adlerian psychiatry, insisting that neither approach was useful in treating more than a minority of psychological problems. In his own practice and that of the students under his supervision in a series of top Viennese hospitals, Frankl found that many psychological problems could be easily cured by one or a few conversations between the patient and the logotherapist. Logotherapy involved no years-long sojourns on the analyst’s couch. (In fact, patients sat in chairs.) He cites many cases of ingrained phobic and compulsive behavior that he and his disciples cured by somehow convincing patients not to worry about their behavior. A lifelong stutterer, for example, was cured when he was persuaded to enter conversations unconcerned about stuttering — and the cure was lasting. A fellow physician transcended his depression over the loss of his wife in a single, short conversation with Frankl. The essential truth of logotherapy is as Frankl discovered in the camps: so long as we maintain a powerful commitment to some life goal outside our present circumstances, we can get through practically any privation.

Man’s Search for Meaning should be in everyone’s library. The lessons Viktor Frankl teaches can be applied to challenges in any culture and all walks of life.

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Ein bisl Yiddish farshtayst? This novel you maybe will enjoy!

1A review of The Frozen Rabbi, by Steve Stern

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Nu, bubele? It’s a little light reading you crave, maybe? Gut! The Frozen Rabbi I recommend.

Enough of the Yiddish already, you say? OK. And just in time — since I’ve practically run out of the miniscule Yiddish vocabulary I recall hearing my parents talk to each other about things they didn’t want us kids to know. So, now in English.

The Frozen Rabbi is Steve Stern’s 11th novel. Like its predecessors (so far as I can tell), it’s grounded in the experience of Yiddish-speaking Eastern European Jewish immigrants. Taking a leaf from Yiddish folktales, The Frozen Rabbi departs from reality virtually at the outset and travels ever further afield as it meanders toward the end, laughing all the way. The physical action takes Stern’s central characters from the Ukrainian shtetl in the closing decades of the 19th century to the suburbs of Memphis, Tennessee, in the opening decade of the 21st, with a long side trip to Palestine (later: Israel) along the way. However, this is a story rooted not in physical reality but in the tragic events of modern Jewish history and in the mordant humor that has come to be characterized as Jewish because it serves so well as protective armor against the unthinkable. In fact, I can’t help but think that Stern was reaching for something far grander than another novel in the tradition of I.B. Singer: a “Great Jewish Novel,” perhaps, or a saga that encompasses the last century and a half of Jewish world history.

In its simplest terms, though, The Frozen Rabbi relates the centuries-long story — yes, centuries-long: I told you this was fantasy, no? — of a Jewish mystic named Rabbi Eliezer ben Zephyr and the meshugeneh family that protected him in suspended animation in a block of ice for more than a century. (OK, I said no more Yiddish, so “meshugeneh” = “crazy.”) Once revived in the wasteland of suburban Memphis as the result of a power outage, the Rebbe learns the language and the peculiar ways of mainstream America. During this period of acculturation in the basement of the Karp family home, the Rebbe teaches the techniques that allow him to journey out of his body to a teenager named Bernie Karp who is the latest incarnation of the family that has protected him. Soon, however, he develops a plan for a “bizness,” secures financing from Bernie’s father, a shrewd appliance-store owner, and proceeds to share his “wisdom” with the contemporary world as the Jewish equivalent of a TV evangelist.

At times, The Frozen Rabbi is laugh-aloud funny. However, I found it deeply flawed. Stern has the annoying habit of switching at will from a third-person narrative from the perspective of a single character, to an omniscient view, to the first-person story of one key character as written in a journal. This accomplished nothing so much as to make me continually aware of the presence of the author. I enjoy reading more when the author is either front and center or entirely hidden from view.

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