DELIGHT: TAKING PLEASURE IN THE SMALL THINGS IN LIFE
How a lovable English curmudgeon found lasting happiness in life’s little pleasures. "Here is a stew that has been
seasoned with many onions, red wine and honey - and my delight."
THE ENGLISH novelist, journalist, essayist and playwright J. B. Priestley (1894-1984) was no Pollyanna.
As he readily admits in his preface to this delight-filled book, he was known to grumble, sometimes loudly.
Which on first blush seems surprising, given
Priestley’s career trajectory. This Yorkshire lad became a Cambridge man (Trinity
College) and one of the most productive writers of the age: he published no less
than one hundred twenty books. Besides being prolific he was successful. And he
was able to pursue his craft for all of his adult life. Twenty-one of his books
were written between the ages of 70 and 84. But Priestley knew that there was more
to this thing called happiness than an assemblage of accomplishments.
What's your Delight?
to hear about the small thing that gives you great pleasure. I'll start the conversation
by sharing one of my Delights: the watery wind chime of halyards on masts of sailboats
at anchor, a sound I associate with some of my favorite days.
How about you? Please email us at email@example.com. We'd love to hear from
Steve Leveen, Publisher
For all the fulfillment that a career or a
calling can offer, just what is it that really makes us happy?
Studies on the subject of happiness abound.
But we think Priestley had it right. Happiness is predicated not so much on a single
event as it is on the continuous accrual of small delights. Gather enough kindling
and you can get a cozy fire going, enough flowers and you'll have a bouquet, enough
friends together and you'll have a memorable day. And so it is with happiness: find
the extraordinary in the ordinary, the grand in the quotidian. And for this there
is no guide quite like J. B.
"Items of felicity" is how Priestley describes
these delights: those fleeting moments and quirky pleasures that sustain us through
a lifetime of routine, responsibilities, setbacks and successes. For J. B. they
ranged from drinking mineral water in foreign hotel rooms, to the day he discovered
Vermeer, to the first glimmer of an idea on the mind's horizon and the "ravishing
delight" it brings. Some, such as the pleasure he takes in the stereoscope, belong
to a time now past, but to each era its singular satisfactions. Even in J. B.'s
day, though, escaping from "our new servitude to Time" was a joy. Plus ça change.
Delight is a highly personal collection of things to
be happy about, yet how easy it is to identify with the pleasure they bring. We
have all experienced similar frissons and inner smiles. It is the privilege of the
curious and the engaged - and wouldn't you like to add to your repertoire?
However happy you are, prepare to be happier
still after sampling the well-seasoned stew that Priestley has cooked up on these
pages. It is a delight indeed.
© 2007 Levenger. Excerpted from the Levenger Press edition of
Delight by J.B. Priestley.