T here are few things that make me feel grimmer than reading about happiness. In the past few years, an entire library of dismal titles on the subject has been published including, in escalating order of duffness, Happier, The How of Happiness, Happiness Now!,Delivering Happiness, Authentic Happiness, The Happiness Makeover and Getting to Happy.
I used to think that getting to happy was not possible from reading a book. At least, not if the subject of the book was happiness. I did get to happy recently when re-reading the novel One Fat Englishman by Kingsley Amis, but that was about lechery, gluttony and sloth – so it didn’t really count.
However, last week I was sent a book about happiness that has left me feeling extraordinarily cheery. It is called Rush: Why You Need and Love the Rat Race written by a