How wrong I was.
State of Happiness follows the
story of Cindy, a New York mapmaker and writer, who falls in love with Jack, an
Englishman in New York, who she meets through her friend Kelly. Cindy is
enjoying some success from the publication of her thesis and is a minor
celebrity, as well as teaching on the side. Jack is a newsmaker. An unlikely
pairing that surprises them both. Aside from mapping her own life, Cindy begins
to map her life with Jack and finds it to her liking.
Then Cindy suffers an
unexpected health scare, a sudden collapse whilst teaching. At the time nothing
was found and Cindy and Jack continue their life together as normal. A minor
bump in the road, that’s all.
Then Jack is offered a job in
California. Cindy, a New York natural, has some questions about following, but
after some soul searching and sage advice from her friend Kelly, decides to
take this new fork in the road and follow him out there. After a short period
of disappointment she, and Jack, begin to settle into their new life together.
Cindy embarks on a project she’d been thinking about for some time, exploring
the link between memory and maps, personal maps. Then one night she wakes to a
pain in her chest and a new knowledge that the truly undiscovered country is
the one we carry around with us, that the map of ourselves is inside us and as
out of our control as the country around us.
After such a lovely start we
then follow Cindy and Jack on their new path, a journey with terminal illness.
An uplifting story, this is not. Poignant, sad (I actually cried when Cindy
told her friend Kelly that she was dying) and written in a starkly
unsentimental way, State of Happiness forces us to face the reality of what it
means to lose the battle for life. Working with a subject which could all too
easily becoming cloying, over emotional, sentimental, cliché ridden, Duffy
manages to bring both clinical examination and raw emotion into the mix.
Juxtaposing Cindy’s scientific, slightly obsessive mapping techniques and the
stripped-painful reality of facing the uncertainty of facing a future which offers
only pain and death, if anything, heightens the emption of the story, stripping
it raw.
It’s not an easy read, and it
certainly wasn’t what I was expecting (never judge a book by its cover, my son
sagely reminded me) but it is an excellent book. Painful, certainly, but also
enlightening and perhaps just exactly what I needed to read. Because as Cindy
marches on her journey towards her end we are reminded that we are all on that
journey but, unlike Cindy, we just don’t know it, or perhaps recognise it. And
we should, wherever we can, live for the moment and enjoy what we have because
the future is uncertain and unknown and we never really know how long we have
or how our story, the map of our lives, will end.
A beautifully written,
unflinching examination of one woman’s battle with terminal illness.
State of Happiness receives a brave 8 Biis.
And Stella Duffy – well, I’m
definitely becoming a fan!