Over the course of reading Eric G. Wilson’s book, I found myself referring often to the author photo on the dust jacket, imagining the eureka moment when Wilson and his publisher found the image that captured perfectly the affect of a man who would write a book called Against Happiness. After all, such a man should not look, well . . . happy, should he But then how, exactly, should he look Annoyed Sad Curmudgeonly. Read more…