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Happy All the Time

Happy All the Time

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by Laurie Colwin

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This delightful comedy of manners and morals is about romantic friendship, romantic marriage, and romantic love—about four people who are good-hearted and sane, lucky and gifted, and who find one another. Knowing that happiness is an art form that requires energy, discipline, and talent, Guido, Holly, Vincnt, and Misty deal with jealousy, estrangement, and other


This delightful comedy of manners and morals is about romantic friendship, romantic marriage, and romantic love—about four people who are good-hearted and sane, lucky and gifted, and who find one another. Knowing that happiness is an art form that requires energy, discipline, and talent, Guido, Holly, Vincnt, and Misty deal with jealousy, estrangement, and other perils involved in the search for love.

Author Biography: Laurie Colwin is the author of five novels: Happy All the Time, Family Happiness, Goodbye Without Leaving, Shine On, Bright and Dangerous Object, and A Big Storm Knocked It Over; three collections of short stories: Passion and Affect, Another Marvelous Thing, and The Lone Pilgrim; and two collections of essays: Home Cooking and More Home Cooking. She died in 1992.

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“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

Product Details

Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
Contemporary American Fiction
Product dimensions:
7.00(w) x 5.00(h) x 1.00(d)

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Chapter One

Guido Morris and Vincent Cardworthy were third cousins.No one remembered which Morris had married which Cardworthy, and no one cared except at large family gatherings when this topic was introduced and subjected to the benign opinions of all. Vincent and Guido had been friends since babyhood. They had been strolled together in the same pram and as boys were often brought together, either at the Cardworthy house in Petrie, Connecticut, or at the Morris's in Boston to play marbles, climb trees, and set off cherry bombs in trash cans and mailboxes. As teenagers, they drank beer in hiding and practiced smoking Guido's father's cigars, which did not make them sick, but happy. As adults, they both loved a good cigar.

At college they fooled around, spent money, and wondered what would become of them when they grew up. Guido intended to write poetry in heroic couplets and Vincent thought he might eventually win the Nobel Prize for physics.

In their late twenties they found themselves together again in Cambridge. Guido had gone to law school, had put in several years at a Wall Street law firm, and had discovered that his heart was not in his work, and so he had come back to graduate school to study Romance languages and literature. He was old for a graduate student, but he had decided to give himself a few years of useless pleasure before the true responsibilities of adulthood set upon him. Eventually, Guido was to go to New York and take over the stewardship of the Morris family trust-the Magna Charta Foundation, which gave money to civic art projects, artists of all sorts, and groups who wished to preserve landmarks and beautify theircities. The trust put out a bimonthly magazine devoted to the arts called Runnymeade. The money for all this came from a small fortune in textiles made in the early nineteenth century by a former sea captain by the name of Robert Morris. On one of his journeys, Robert Morris had married an Italian wife. Thereafter, all Mortises had Italianate names. Guido's grandfather was Almanso. His father was Sandro. His Uncle Giancarlo was the present administrator of the trust but he was getting on and Guido had been chosen to be eventual heir.

Vincent had gone off to the University of London and had come back to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. He had begun as a city planner, but his true field of interest was sanitation engineering, as it was called, although Vincent called it garbage. He was fascinated by its production, removal, and possible uses. His monographs on recycling, published in a magazine called City Limits, were beginning to make him famous in his field. He had also patented a small machine for home use that turned vegetable peelings, newspapers, and other kitchen leavings into valuable mulch, but nothing much had happened to it. Eventually he would go off to New York and give over his talent and energy to the Board of City Planning.

With their futures somewhat assured, they lolled around Cambridge and wondered whom they would marry.

One Sunday afternoon in January, Vincent and Guido found themselves perusing an exhibition of Greek vases at the Fogg Museum. The air outside was heavy and wet. Inside, it was overheated. It was the sort of day that forced you out of the house and gave you nothing back in return. They had been restless indoors, edgy out of doors, and had settled on the Fogg feeling that the sight of Greek vases might cool them out. They took several turns around. Guido delivered himself of a lecture on shape and form. Vincent gave his two minutes on the planning of the Greek city-state. None of this quieted them. They were looking for action, unsure of what kind and unwilling to seek it out. Vincent believed that the childish desire to kick tires and smash bottles against walls was never lost but relegated, in adulthood, to the subconscious where it jumped around creating just the sort of tension he was feeling. A sweaty round of handball or a couple of well-set cherry bombs would have done them both a lot of good, but it was too cold for the one and they were too refined for the other. Thus they were left with their own nerves.

On the way out, Guido saw a girl sitting on a bench. She was slender, fine-boned, and her hair was the blackest, sleekest hair Guido had ever seen. It was worn the way Japanese children wear theirs, only longer. Her face seemed to print itself on his heart indelibly.

He stopped to stare at her and when she finally looked back, she glared through him. Guido nudged Vincent and they moved toward the bench on which she sat.

"The perspective is perfect," said Guido. "Notice the subtlety of line and the intensity of color."

"Very painterly," said Vincent. "What is it?"

"I'll have to look it up," said Guido."It appears to be an inspirsed mix of schools.Notice that the nose tilts-a very slight distortion giving the illusion of perfect clarity."He pointed to her collar."Note the exquisite folds around the neck and the drapery of the rest of the figure."

During this recitation, the girl sat perfectly still.Then, with deliberation, she lit a cigarette.

"Notice the arc of the arm," Guido continued.The girl opened her perfect mouth.

"Notice the feeblemindedness that passes for wit among aging graduate students," she said.Then she got up and left.

The next time Guido saw her, she was getting on the bus.The weather had become savagely cold and she was struggling to get change out of her wallet but her gloves were getting in her way.Finally, she pulled off one of her gloves with her teeth.Guido watched, entranced.She wore a fur hat and two scarves.As she came down the aisle, Guido hid behind his book and stared at her all the way to Harvard Square, which was, it turned out, their common destination.They confronted each other at the newsstand.She looked him up and down and walked away.

Meet 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.

Brief Biography

Date of Birth:
June 14, 1944
Date of Death:
October 25, 1992
Place of Birth:
New York, New York
Place of Death:
New York, New York
B.A., Bard College; M.A., Columbia University

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Happy All the Time 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A delightful comedy of manners, still readable and relevant even though published many years ago. Colwin died much too young; if only we could have had many more books like this from her pen. If you like her writing, check out her books about cooking (and eating), Home Cooking and More Home Cooking.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'd never heard of this book or this writer before coming to it through my local independent bookseller's fiction book group---but I'm now busily amassing a stack of Colwins to read. This story of two friends creating a life together with the unexpected loves of their lives was refreshing in every way.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a phenomenal little book -- truly happy and fun and witty and bright, but also literary, a trait that is so often, and so needlessly, placed in opposition to those others. I recommend it to everyone I know. Laurie Colwin is an overlooked twentieth-century female writer. It is a tragedy that she died so young and it is a tragedy that more people haven't heard of her.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I found this book on a shelf. It was sticking out, almost saying, 'Pick me. Pick me. I promise you'll be happy that you did.' And I have been ever since. I've read this wonderful, hazy, breezy story of relationships no fewer than twice a year in the last fifteen years. This is Colwin at her best. I could identify with every character because they are the people with whom our lives intersect.
Alh25 More than 1 year ago
Laurie Colwin is a find--quirky but lovable characters, sophisticated and witty dialogue, and two love stories that ask all the big questions with warmth and intelligence. I will have to read more!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago