Happiness

I am thoroughly enjoying Happiness by Will Ferguson not only for his sarcastic and real characters but also the way that he leaves details up to interpretation. Not only does he leave the setting up to some interpretation he also leaves time up to a certain amount of interpretation. As Ferguson was describing the collapse of the Western Civilization through Tupak's time seems to fast forward in a way but at other times a week may seem like forever. I suppose this can be seen in other books as well but it seems more relevant in Happiness.
Another quality of this book that I have found kind of freaky is that it truly makes you look at happiness and want to be sad and moody. At some points I'm not sure whether I want to laugh or cry and my feelings towards the "blissfully" happy strangers are not what I would call my normal response to smiles. I guess that is what makes Happiness good literature to me, because not only is it enjoyable but it also makes me think about what it all means. It also twists and pulls my mind into thinking a different way, and that's what great literature is supposed to do right?