Ostensibly a scientific exploration of happiness, Stumbling on Happiness is actually mostly about how bad people are at predicting what will and won’t make them happy, and why. Well-written, entertaining, and reasonably informative. A few thoughtless jokes of political objectionableness did not ruin it for me, though your mileage may vary.

The Wiseman books are both shallow and obvious, though with a few good bits. Quirkology: How We Discover the Big Truths in Small Things is similar to Freakonomics – somewhat random essays attempting to explain the hard and soft science behind weird stuff – but in even less depth. Also, if you’ve read Malcolm Gladwell and Freakonomics, you’re already painfully familiar with much of the material.

The Luck Factor: The Four Essential Principles is a study of why some people are luckier than others, and how we can increase our luck. I will summarize the total content of the book, thus saving you from having to spend time reading it:

Luck is in the mind of the beholder. People who think they’re lucky are looking on the bright side. Also, they are extroverted and meet more people, thus increasing the chance of lucky chance meetings. If you want to become luckier, look on the bright side and get out more. There you go!

(I can never write that phrase without thinking of Sondheim’s Assassins (2004 Broadway Revival Cast), in which the demented assassin Charles Guiteau goes to his execution singing, “Look on the bright side.” That scene sums up what I believe is a quintessentially American form of toxic optimism. Sure, the mailman won the lottery.)
I took Adrian to a fantastic production of Sondheim's Assassins this weekend, in a 99-seat theatre with us in the front row and the assassins two feet away at times. Gorgeously disturbing at such close range, with the music apparently one guy backstage with a keyboard but excellent singing and clever staging. Also very funny.

The Proprietor was particularly creepy, laughing in unnerving delight as yet another assassin took his or her shot. The Balladeer, a woman in a slightly hippie-ish embroidered dress, gave the role an unusual and effective malicious edge. The other Balladeers I've seen embodied naivete and foolish optimism. This one played it as if she knew exactly what sort of corrosive effect her promises and lies were having on the poor losers she sang them to. The two of them, plus an intense Zangara and a barking mad, eye-bulging Squeaky Fromme, were my favorite actors.

Generally the cast was excellent, though I think John Wilkes Booth could have used a little more gravitas, perhaps by casting someone a bit older than he historically was.

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Czolgocz turned out to be the guy sitting next to Adrian! So when a woman came in at intermission, kicked him in the knee (not hard), and swore at him, he at first thought she was also an actress. Nope, just a random crazy audience member. I completely missed this, having been in the bathroom, but he told me later. He loved the show; I knew he would if it was at all decent, and it was excellent.
I took Adrian to a fantastic production of Sondheim's Assassins this weekend, in a 99-seat theatre with us in the front row and the assassins two feet away at times. Gorgeously disturbing at such close range, with the music apparently one guy backstage with a keyboard but excellent singing and clever staging. Also very funny.

The Proprietor was particularly creepy, laughing in unnerving delight as yet another assassin took his or her shot. The Balladeer, a woman in a slightly hippie-ish embroidered dress, gave the role an unusual and effective malicious edge. The other Balladeers I've seen embodied naivete and foolish optimism. This one played it as if she knew exactly what sort of corrosive effect her promises and lies were having on the poor losers she sang them to. The two of them, plus an intense Zangara and a barking mad, eye-bulging Squeaky Fromme, were my favorite actors.

Generally the cast was excellent, though I think John Wilkes Booth could have used a little more gravitas, perhaps by casting someone a bit older than he historically was.

Read more... )
Czolgocz turned out to be the guy sitting next to Adrian! So when a woman came in at intermission, kicked him in the knee (not hard), and swore at him, he at first thought she was also an actress. Nope, just a random crazy audience member. I completely missed this, having been in the bathroom, but he told me later. He loved the show; I knew he would if it was at all decent, and it was excellent.
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