Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label happiness. Show all posts

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Another reading review


In honor of the feast of Blessed James Duckett on April 19, here is a review of the little bit I’ve been reading lately. (another link to an interesting bit of Catholic trivia.)

Almost five months into the year and my reading has been slight, other than class material and a couple books for book club.  Can I blame Anna Karenina? Class? Training for a marathon? Life? So much for reading 40 books in the year before I turn 40.  Unless I count kids’ books.  Maybe it will be 40 books in the year after I turn 40… So much for that list of “Things” too.

I’ve picked up a few books that looked interesting at our very small library. Have I mentioned that our library uses a card catalog?  There are no fines for late books, because all of the books are donated. So if you lose a book, you just donate another book. I love this system. We have only lost one book, Ralph S. Mouse, because our carpool friends took it home thinking it was theirs and they ended up losing it. I donated a handful of easy chapter books, since the library already had a couple of other copies of RSM. 

I was angry a couple months ago when the library’s funding was cut and the employees terminated. A new organization now runs the library and they began at once to inventory the books and move toward a computer system. I’m glad we’ll be gone before this process is finished. Fines are imminent.

In addition to replacing the librarians, they also began removing books that hadn’t been checked out in 5 years. I was sorry to see boxes of old sturdily bound library books being boxed up. I checked out a few to save their spines. I asked if I could have some, but I have to go through the DOD department that deals with discards.  Our neighbors have found some good deals from this system – washers and dryers, shelving, kayaks. All owned by the military and sold for pennies. At least they don’t go to the landfill. But I couldn’t find the books.

Many of the books we check out are newer releases that are supplied to the library through a grant program. The McNaughton foundation sends new books to the library and eventually they get shipped back. So they are library books on loan to the library.

One of these is The Geography of Bliss by Eric Weiner. I had wanted to read it since I heard about it on NPR a couple of years ago.  Weiner is a correspondent for NPR and travels frequently abroad.  He also is an avid self-help book reader and amateur student of what makes people happy. After writing this book I guess he is a professional student of happiness.

I owe this one to the return box.  But first notes:

Weiner comments that we often speak of happiness as a place: paradise, land of contentment, searching for happiness, finding our bliss, the Blessed Isles. We think of happiness as someplace “out there,” although self help gurus all counsel us to seek within.  Sometimes we need to look outward, he points out, and quotes Henry Miller, “One’s destination is never a place but a way of seeing things.”
Studies have been done on happiness levels in different places, so Weiner sets off to tour some of these. The catch is that there is not one answer to what makes people happy, and the places Weiner visits all have very different versions of happiness. Aristotle believed a virtuous life made people happy and Epicurus believed it was pleasure. The places featured here fall someplace in between.

Weiner records some research findings: married people are happier than single, people with and without children report the same levels of happiness, Republicans are happier than Democrats, religious people are happier than nonreligious, those with a college degree are happier than those without, but advanced degree holders are not as happy as those with a bachelors’ degree. Women and men are equally happy. Busy people are happier than idle people. Wealthy people are slightly more happy than poor people. Healthy people are happier than unhealthy people. Or does their happiness make them healthy? Causal relationships can be deceiving. Most of the happy countries are happy for different reasons and sometimes surprising reasons: they are homogenous, secular, have income gaps, and have high suicide rates.  Sometimes the possibility of unhappiness makes people happier

Here's a summary of the happy countries Weiner visits and a brief list of things that make them happy:

The Netherlands – tolerance, research, marijuana, coffee

Switzerland – trust, order, regularity (boredom), clean toilets, proximity to nature’s grandeur

Bhutan – has a happiness policy: improving “Gross National Happiness.” Difficult for foreigners to visit. Religious/superstitious/spirituality, tranquil like Shangri-la. A wise man tells him that happiness is relational – depends on our relationships with others.  Weiner’s revelation after talking to locals: if he dies, “I would not have done anything differently.”

Qatar – wealth. But no culture or history. A new world full of luxury but little landscape. (recommended book by Rebecca Solnit “A Field Guild to Getting Lost.”) But they do have a connection to family – happiness comes from connections to others. Danger of being walled off in a world of air-conditioned spaces. We often crave something that doesn’t make us happy to possess. The author feels he is addicted to sadness.

Iceland – relationships, willingness to fail and start again so there’s not a lot of envy, cooperation is mandatory in cold climates, love of liquor, art, language. Happiness and sadness coexist here.
Moldova – This is the unhappiest country in the world, a former soviet block country, with no native culture or language to speak of. Income is low, food is bad, identity is lost.

Thailand – Represents a lack of worry, an unquestioning happiness. Permissive in a different way from the Dutch culture: more like a fact of life.Quotes Yi-Fu Tuan “Happy people have no reason to think; they live rather than question living.” I could incorporate some of this attitude into my life. If I thought lest about school issues my heart would be lighter. “mai pen lai” = “never mind, get on with life.” Thai smiles are authentic.

Great Britain – gets featured for a reality show about people in the town of Slough trying to get happier and then spread the cheer with the rest of the town. The people actually became happier after doing social projects and balancing their work life and randomly dancing. They also visit a grave yard to confront death and learn to vacuum with love and care. The participants in the show are supposed to plant seeds of happiness which as of yet, have not bloomed, but happiness, as Nathaniel Hawthorne is quoted as saying, is like a butterfly alighting unbidden. Robertson Davies says this: “If you are not happy, you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.”

Weiner mentions several people who are culturally one nationality but find themselves more at home in a different one. I sometimes wonder if I wouldn’t be happier in England. I like reserved people, bookish humor, cottage gardens, pragmatism, bad teeth.

India – acceptance of contradiction: poor/rich, chaos/peace, foul odors/ perfume, beauty and ugliness all coexist without irony. Weiner visits the ashram of a contemporary guru. and although he questions the guru-worship, he does leave feeling more peaceful after initially being unhappy about no caffeine rule. The lesson again is that love is more important than making yourself happy, a commitment to service can bring happiness. Have no expectations. Accept imperfections. More platitudes.

America – “happiness is home.” After all his travels to happy places, Weiner is happy to be home. He tries living in Miami, but doesn’t like it there. America is 23rd on happiness list. We are losing our connections to community (See Robert Putnam’s Bowling Alone). We are wealthy but waste our money on toys.But if you want to live in a happy place in America, try Asheville, NC, - Beautiful nature, kind people, good food…

In the Epilogue Weiner meets a bartender names Happy. The secret to being Happy: Be yourself. Keep on smiling. More than one path.  Happiness is sometimes beside the point. 

“The good life . . . cannot be mere indulgence. It must contain a measure of grit and truth,” says Yi –Fu Tuan. Sometimes in our desire to find happiness we forget about truth and beauty.  

Weiner's work is interesting, but impersonal. What I feel myself is that happiness is harder to find when you're looking for it.  And after all our moves, I can honestly say that we have been happy everywhere we have lived. Each place we seem to love more.  I'd say happiness doesn't seem to have much to do with physical location, but everything to do with the location of your heart.
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With the kids I read A Wrinkle in Time. It had been so many years, I remembered very little – images of the soup with the mother in the lab, the blobbish brain of IT, the supergeniousness of Charles Wallace, and the return in the vegetable garden were bits that were familiar, but the rest of the book was like reading anew.  My neighbor and her daughter, along with one of her friends, and my daughter and I have our own little version of Mother-Daughter book club, and this was the first book.  We talked a little about the theme of free will vs. perfect happiness, but the girls were mostly interested in the possibility of time travel and whether or not Calvin and Meg should have a romance. It’s been a lot of fun to listen to the girls talk together. Now we’re reading an abridged version of Journey to the Center of the Earth, which isn’t as much fun since it’s abridged. I keep meaning to dig out the full book since I have never read it, to compare.

The other book I finished is Exiles by Ron Hansen. I like Hansen’s books, but this one didn't stir up any stronger emotion. A fictional biography about Gerard Manley Hopkins writing “The Wreck of the Deutschland,” Exiles was a quiet book, but hearkens back to Mariette in Ecstasy. Hansen tells each nun’s backstory, as well as Hopkins’ struggles and eventual death. The narrative of the death of the five German nuns on the Deutschland in 1875 is a bit morbid, but told dispassionately, unlike Hopkins’ own poem, which is hard to read. I still haven’t finished the other Hopkins book I picked up –  Mortal Beauty, God’s Grace, a Vintage Spiritual Classic collection of Hopkins’ poems and spiritual writings.  I haven’t yet finished all the poems, nor started on his spiritual writings – I’ve just finished the biographical remarks by Brad Leithauser. Hopkins’ life was marked by struggle with inner conflict. He felt he must suppress his desire to write, and yet he felt ill when he did so.  Still, he managed to create poems that outlive his friend’s, the former British Poet Laureate, Robert Bridges.  His originality and vision in poems like “Spring and Fall” and “Pied Beauty” may have confused his superiors, but his future audience has loved them. (Some of whom, were they to read his more explicitly religious poems, would be thoroughly put off.)
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I’d like to blame my inattentive reading to class planning, but I didn’t add many new works to the syllabus. In fact, I cut several things, although I replaced “Fences” with “The Glass Menagerie” because that’s the piece that the University was performing. The class enjoyed Tennessee Williams’ work, but I think “Fences” went over better because it has a happy ending. My class has been complaining about all the death in the stories we read. I try  to balance it out, but so much literature is produced by sorrow.
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Perhaps if we were reading more Victorian literature – I have to admit that more of my reading time has been lost to television than ever before.  My neighbor loaned me her copy of the BBC’s productions of three Elizabeth Gaskell works: North and South, Wives and Daughters, and Cranford (a mashup of 3 novels).  Can I tell you how much I love them? Lovely costumes, lovely sets, lovely voices.  The older boys even liked watching North and South with me. These period dramas have the best dialogue and love scenes. And although they may be marked by death and sorrows, they almost always end with a marriage. Ah, romance!

Now I must put away movies and books and get on with sorting, purging, and planning. We have a move coming up in about a month.

Friday, November 25, 2011

On Happiness

While shopping at the exchange book store a couple weeks ago, I came across the print version of The Happiness Project, after the blog by Gretchen Rubin about living out advice for happiness.  It was a cheap paperback, and the print was so small as to look blurry – or are my eyes aging? Reading that book would not make me happy; it would give me a migraine.

Anyway, the existence of this book seems to suggest that you can make yourself happy if you just do X, Y, and Z.  Keep your nails painted a happy color, organize your house, and set fresh flowers on the table - you’ll be happier than if you don’t.  Actually, after looking at the blog, I found that most of the advice is about being polite, smiling when you don't feel like it, and trying to make other people happy, which requires you to be happy yourself.  Start by telling yourself you're happy, and you begin to believe it.

But it seems that something is missing in the idea that happiness is something you can maintain for a length of time.  Isn’t happiness something of a fleeting emotion, not a state of being?  Maybe I’m spinning a different meaning for the word happiness than the author intends. Can you describe yourself as happy if you never are sad? Or if happiness is a case of living well, as Aristotle argues, then simply trying to live the examined life virtuously should be enough to be happy, or rather, content. Reminds me of that article I referenced some time ago about how people who seek their own happiness are sometimes unhappier than those who don't.

I have a problem with too much self-examination.  Am I happy now? Am I happy still? Why am I not happy?  I find myself most unhappy when I start asking myself these kinds of questions.  I can’t count how many times I’ve been asked if we like Guam.  I like Guam just fine when I am not thinking about whether or not I like it. But when queried, I can’t help but think of the things that could be better about it.  Not a lot of wildlife here, lots of rain, lots of potholes, lots of mold.  My husband calls this being pessimistic, especially when I mention it to people who might possibly entertain the notion of spending a few thousand dollars to come visit us, but I prefer the tag realistic.

The thing is, I don’t think about those things on a regular basis, especially when we’re out and about with other people or when they are hanging out at our house. We’ve gradually been adopted into a group of friends. We go to each other’s kids’ sporting events, we ate an early Thanksgiving dinner together, we hang out at the beach sometimes.  Last week we got together at Pizza Hut for a surprise party for one of the guys. It was just cake and pizza and all the kids chasing each other around while the parents talked, but it was fun. It made me happy. 

But I can wake up the next morning and make myself miserable just as easily by thinking about something I'm missing out on, or something I don't have or can't do.  I have to remind myself of that magnet that says, "Happiness consists not in being served but in serving others."

With Advent and the holidays approaching, happiness is much on the mind. How can I make this a happy season for the kids when they are not going to see their grandparents and cousins? They are not going to get all the toys on their lists. 


But we are planning to go to the school band concert and the hanging of the greens at the chapel, and we are semi-joking about wearing elf hats to carol around the neighborhood with these friends and then imbibe wassail and eat cookies together. This will thrill my youngers and make my elders plot ways to escape.

In the back of my mind I seem to remember my mom saying something about how her job wasn’t to make us kids happy. That’s actually a rather liberating feeling – my job isn’t to make my kids’ lives pieces of pie but to teach them to deal with what they are dished out. 

Don’t get me wrong – I don’t deliberately try to make them suffer, unless they’ve done something to deserve a dose of castor oil. And I waste a lot of time wrinkling my forehead trying to decide whether to let them do what they want to do or make them do what I want them to do, if it means a more frenzied schedule.

What I should ask myself before I give them something or give in to something is not whether this thing will make them happy, but whether it will add to, be neutral, or detract from what will help them live out their vocations.  I want them experience wonder and awe and joy on Christmas, but I don’t want those emotions to be tied to the gifts under the tree.  I’m trying to teach them to be loving and generous, to want to praise the greatness of creation and the Creator, to desire and attain eternity.  I want them to value excellence and beauty and truth.  And if that makes them happy, all the better.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Happy all the time

Not too long ago Pentimento shared an excerpt from The Lone Pilgrim by Laurie Colwin and linked to an article that mentioned her early death of heart failure. Her name jumped to mind when I was at the library the other day, so I picked up Happy All the Time, which happens to be the book reviewed in the article, with more detail and eloquence than what you are going to read here. Colwin had published 10 books before she died in 1992; this one was written in the 70s. It is the story of two distant cousins who are close friends. They meet two smart and attractive women and get married, and the four of them become great pals.

I kept waiting for the unhappiness to set in. Surely the title is meant to be ironic, isn’t it?  For some reason, I had it in my head, wrongly I reconfirmed after finishing the book, that Colwin had committed suicide, so I expected that the characters were waiting for disaster or betrayal, or both.


But nothing really bad actually happens. These people meet, become attracted to each other, eventually allow themselves to fall in love, have a baby, struggle a bit at work, and lead lives of understated contentment. They suffer a little from jealousy and misunderstanding. They find being in love a bumpy road. But soon enough they forgive each other and go out to dinner. They meet interesting and rude people and have clever conversations. They drink and eat well and work at meaningful jobs and maintain a close friendship.

When I finished I wondered if I missed something? I liked the book, although the characters seemed a bit opaque and almost too clever. The story is devoid of sentimentality; the characters purposefully avoid it. One of the characters, Guido, is philosophical and usually thinks before acting, but meets a girl, courts her, and marries her in short order. His best friend Vincent usually acts on whims, but when he falls in love finally with the right girl, he can’t make decisions and second guesses himself until he is overcome with love for his young lady and has to act. The main characters experience a little growth, but minor; they are mostly static characters.


So the story is about how life just happens, a series of small dramas, without being the big drama we expect and perhaps hope for.  Colwin presents a believable and clever tale about the capacity of love and friendship to give meaning to life. The reviewer in the linked article, Jonathan Yardley, compares her work to Jane Austen's for her keenly observed portrait of domestic life.

Coincidentally, the Wall Street Journal has an article about overrating happiness. In recent studies, sociologists have found that people who are mostly happy but have some stress from the responsibilities of life are usually more content and healthier than people who chase after perfect happiness. In fact the researchers even found that people who had the kind of stress in their life that comes from working at a meaningful job, or raising children, or maintaining long term relationships, had lower rates of Alzheimer’s, because in the long run, that stress from responsibility came from meaningful work or goal-seeking that contributed to feelings of "eudaimonic well-being." People who question their happiness and intentionally seek it typically are unhappier than these people that suffer a little bit in pursuit of love and goals. (the Lenten lesson from today's WSJ ...)

An interesting point for a naval gazer like myself. My life seems to alternate between periods of extreme business and periods of relative aimlessness. As my sister has pointed out, part of mothering is being available, even if you aren’t needed at the moment. Sometimes I wonder if perhaps I shouldn’t be setting some goals, in order to move beyond fulltime mothering and parttime occasional volunteer work to something more defined, whether it be going back to school or working on a project, or getting serious about getting back into shape so I can compete in a triathlon in Guam. And then a situation like yesterday arises: I thought I had the whole day to work on various little projects, but a sick child called home and friends dropped in and a ride to gymnastics fell through, and meanwhile my husband is in Alabama for two weeks. So it is good I was available yesterday. More on this. Because now I’ve got to move on to one of my responsibilities.
Reading is one form of escape. Running for your life is another.
-Lemony Snicket