‘He was not to be described as a happy person,” Diana Trilling wrote in a memoir about her husband, the critic Lionel Trilling. “Indeed, he thought poorly of happiness and of people who claimed to be happy or desired happiness above other gratifications in life … seriousness was the desirable condition of man.” It is easy to make all sorts of assumptions about why an unhappy person would not value happiness; and indeed why seriousness might be seen as an alternative to happiness; or just to say that it was seriousness that made Trilling happy. One of the ways in which happiness is made to seem like an inclusive ideal – the ways it charms us – is by our asserting that by definition the things that matter most to us must make us happy, that that is how we know they are good. It’s as though one word could do the work of the moral imagination.
Or can we just say that if happiness is one’s aspiration, then learning about the history of the slave trade, say, or watching the news, or indeed ageing are all to be avoided. And yet learning about the terrible things people can do to each other, and the history of the terrible things people have done to each other, is important – we can’t imagine a life without it – and gives some people a great deal of pleasure; pleasure, as psychoanalysts might say, of various kinds. Anyone who has or knows children, or remembers being a child, will know how happy it can make them tormenting their siblings. And so if we value happiness we can’t help but wonder what morality it entails, what kind of morality it might involve us in.
