Book Review: Happiness: A History by Darrin M. McMahon

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Remember that Russian nurse Tony was banging on the Sopranos? She said something about Americans being the only people in the world who thought they deserved to be happy, or words to that effect. McMahon tells us how we got there.

The second great accomplishment of this book is dealing with this "great white man" canon and showing how its ideas of happiness reflected and illuminated their societies as a whole. The ivory tower, as it were, not being as towering as one would think. This reflection and illumination, he explains, extends to our society too — not just modern American or European society either, but every society into which some of our values have been imported, by hook or by crook.

The conclusion of Happiness, coming after McMahon has discussed aggressive antidepressant marketing and the possibility of genetic treatment for putative “victims” of grumpy-type DNA, is devastatingly sharp.  It’s full of run-on sentences and hyperbole after 500 pages without significant run-ons or hyperbole, so I think his heart was in these words — you know how academics are when they get earnest. I’d love to share it with you, but I won’t, for this is a book everybody should wade through by themselves. Enjoy.