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2.0 out of 5 stars
An Important Message In Pretentious Form From a Creepy Guy, July 29, 2004
This review is from: Self-Remembering (Paperback)
Most of the most positive reviews of this book come from members of the Fellowship of Friends, the cult (and I use the term advisedly) Mr. Burton founded based on some of the ideas of Gurdjieff, and therefore they hype the book in glowing terms as may be expected of a devoted follower who imagines he is rather clever by anonymously shilling his master's book. As a former member, and someone who knew Mr. Burton better than I wish I did, I'll resist the temptation to offer insights into how Mr. Burton's personal habits contributed to there being so many more former members than members; suffice it to say that he's at best a very peculiar man, and while possibly a remarkable teacher, he's also as close to being truly evil--or at least without any discernable conscience--as any person I have encountered, raising the interesting question of whether a "spiritual" methodology may be said to "work" if its practitioners remain, or even become, sociopathic, paranoid, and absurdly self-aggrandizing, as is the case with Mr. Burton. (And don't be too quick to roll your eyes over my use of the word "evil" until you've done your research about the author of this book; he's got quite a history.)
The book itself is a collection of Burton's thoughts and one-liners he's been recycling for many years--decades--strung together, divided into chapers, and sold as a book. Other than putting the one-sentence aphorisms into the form of paragraphs, no attempt has been made to actually write a book, to explain anything, to offer a coherent teaching; this is like flashcards about self-remembering in book format.
Nevertheless, the book does emphasize the most critical aspect of the Gurdjieff teachings -- perhaps the most critical aspect of spiritual development -- the need to be present, as Gurdjieff put it, "always and everywhere." Since the significance of this cannot be overemphasized, if the reader gains from the book some greater motivation to actually practice, the book will be among the reader's most valuable purchases. Mr. Burton's inclination to present his limited insights in stilted language, with pretenses of being a scholar, may reflect his insecurites about his own humble origins, limited formal education, and inability to write a real book, as opposed to a series of aphorisms edited by his disciples, but that doesn't mean there's nothing to be gained from reading it.
There is little truly original in the book, and it is filled with restatements of observations made by historical figures Mr. Burton admires. It also is filled with observations and musings that, while perhaps true on some level and seemingly Zen-like, are trivial, fortune-cookie assertions, notwithstanding that the author may consider them really heavy. (Those who spent time around Burton may recall hearing him repeat, on countless occasions over many years, the assertion that "the universe is a limitless omnidirectional void," which appears again in this book. Is this profound? Is it even accurate? Is the universe a "void" notwithstanding the existence of a trillion stars, not to mention dark matter, etc.?) The fact is, Mr. Burton is simply not a particularly erudite or articulate man, although the reader may imagine otherwise based on the pretentious writing style. (Check out the first page; if you are attracted to the idea of copying out "To be present where one is is the simple story of one's life" and pasting it on your bathroom mirror, this book's for you, since there are plenty more where that came from.)
I find the huckstering attempts of this Arkansas-born (his middle name is Earl), San Jose State-educated, son of a butcher to sound like an 18th Century gentleman in spats and top hat a little off-putting myself, but perhaps other readers may like to join in the spirit of the book and imagine themselves reading what Ouspensky quaintly called esoterica, being related by the New Yorker magazine mascot. The message, if not the messenger, is well worth it. (By the way, check out Mr. Burton's absurdly blantant copying of the cover of a popular edition of P.D. Ouspensky's In Search of the Miraculous, a bona fide classic of the Gurdjieff literature. That ought to tell you something about Mr. Burton's rip-off methods.)
An update to this review:
Mr. Burton has radically reinvented his teaching in the past couple of years, which now is unintelligible gibberish instead of merely distorted posturing about Gurdjieff's work. When I say "gibberish," I'm not exaggerating. The man is quite mad. He no longer speaks of Gurdjieff or Ouspensky at all, and his "teaching" is incoherent mumblings about signs and symbols he sees everywhere. I urge any prospective buyer of this book to spend a few minutes reading about the author and his cult on a blog easily located through a web search. Self-remembering may be a wonderful tool (I think so), but there are many other books out there with the same message from people who aren't nuts, and even care about their disciples.
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