I recently re-read this novel and fell in love with it all over again. It's a charming, thoughtful, upbeat and offbeat story of four people fallinig in love in 1970's NYC. Colwin makes happiness seem possible and plausible, but knows that sustaining happiness over time requires true effort--so there is angst and substance here. The characters are witty and smart, and you are treated to snappy, intelligent and hilarious dialogue, odd-ball secondary characters, and to one of my favorite characters of all time--Misty Berkowitz. She's full of cynicism, sass, intelligence and insecurities, and she's always setting roadblocks to happiness for fear it won't last. I get that, and I love her and want her to be my best friend. Colwin helps me to remain ever hopeful and happy a lot of the time.
"A luminous telling of two modern romances, a book that lingers sweetly and hilariously in the memory." —Dallas Morning News
Guido and Vincent are childhood best friends—third cousins, really—living in Cambridge and dreaming about their futures. Guido plans to write poetry while Vincent feels confident he will win a Nobel prize for physics. When Guido spots Holly while exiting a museum, he can immediately sense that she will be quirky, difficult, and hard to live with. He loves her on sight. Vincent, open-minded and cheerful, meets Misty at work. Though she is a bored and misanthropic brunette, he finds himself desperate to know her.
Through courtship, jealousy, estrangement, and other perils, Happy All the Time follows four sane, intelligent, and good-intentioned people who manage to find love in spite of themselves.
About the Author
Laurie Colwin is the author of five novels—Happy All the Time; Family Happiness; Goodbye Without Leaving; A Big Storm Knocked It Over;and Shine On, Bright and Dangerous Object—three collections of short stories—Passion and Affect; The Lone Pilgrim; and Another Marvelous Thing—and two collections of essays, Home Cooking and More Home Cooking. Colwin died in 1992.
“A wise, bighearted book by a wise, bighearted writer. A deft and funny one, too.” —The Washington Post
“A luminous telling of two modern romances, a book that lingers sweetly and hilariously in the memory.” —Dallas Morning News
“Abounds in good lines, aphorisms, advice to both the loved and the lovelorn.” —The New York Times “An elegant, fresh, funny tale of four people in love…. There’s electricity here... pure delight.” —Village Voice “A pleasure…. Endless surprises and ultimately boundless joy…. It would be difficult not to enjoy it all!” —The New Yorker “Colwin’s view of the world is comic with a subtle sense of sadness, and her love for even her most intractable characters does not keep her from laughing at their expense.” —The Times-Picayune (New Orleans)
“[Laurie Colwin] handles feeling as cunningly as Ann Beattie and Frederick Barthelme handle numbness.” —Los Angeles Times
“If Laurie Colwin were an artist instead of a writer, she would be a maker of those small, delicious drawings dropped into the text of The New Yorker. . . . She is a master of lovely incidentals—the curve of the belly of a pitcher, the color of a blue Staffordshire plate, the comfort of ‘nursery’ food on cold days.” —Christian Science Monitor
“Colwin is ingenious, comedic, and spirited.” —The Boston Globe
“[Colwin’s] novels . . . have great charm—a charm that comes from a calm, witty and observant world view and her engaging writing style. She describes normal life with normal people; she writes about love, relationships and families. She illuminates modern urban romance. She looks at the way husbands and wives, brothers and sisters—and, almost inevitably in a Colwin novel, extramarital lovers—deal with each other. It might be boring if not for the acuteness of her insight.” —Buffalo News
“A truly wonderful writer.” —The Orlando Sentinel “Colwin writes with such sunny skill, and such tireless enthusiasm.” —Joyce Carol Oates, The New York Times Book Review “The successor to Dorothy Parker and Dawn Powell.” —Roger Friedman
“A writer of originality and vision.” —San Francisco Chronicle