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mercredi 7 juin 2017

Furiously Happy

Par Jenny Lawson, chez Flatiron Books.
Résumé de l'éditeur (extrait):
In Furiously Happy, #1 New York Times bestselling author Jenny Lawson explores her lifelong battle with mental illness. A hysterical, ridiculous book about crippling depression and anxiety? That sounds like a terrible idea. But terrible ideas are what Jenny does best. 
As Jenny says: "Some people might think that being 'furiously happy' is just an excuse to be stupid and irresponsible and invite a herd of kangaroos over to your house without telling your husband first because you suspect he would say no since he's never particularly liked kangaroos. And that would be ridiculous because no one would invite a herd of kangaroos into their house. Two is the limit. I speak from personal experience. My husband says that none is the new limit. I say he should have been clearer about that before I rented all those kangaroos."
"Most of my favorite people are dangerously fucked-up but you'd never guess because we've learned to bare it so honestly that it becomes the new normal. Like John Hughes wrote in The Breakfast Club, 'We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it.' Except go back and cross out the word 'hiding.'"
Furiously Happy is about "taking those moments when things are fine and making them amazing, because those moments are what make us who we are, and they're the same moments we take into battle with us when our brains declare war on our very existence. It's the difference between "surviving life" and "living life". It's the difference between "taking a shower" and "teaching your monkey butler how to shampoo your hair." It's the difference between being "sane" and being "furiously happy."

Il y a de ces maux qui font basculer le quotidien. Qui forcent à plonger de l’autre côté du miroir. Qui brouillent les antennes et effacent les pistes. Et pourtant, ce sont les maux que personnes n’osent mettre en mots. Les maux qu’on subit tout bas, en se condamnant d’avance de ne pas savoir comment les affronter. Ce sont les maux qui prolifèrent, sournois et malins, dans l’antichambre silencieux de la honte. Dans les limbes vertigineuses de la dégringolade des repères. Ce sont les maux qui grugent le quotidien et assombrissent les arcs-en-ciels. Et si on prenait le temps de les mettre en mots? Et si, même, on se donnait le droit de sourire un brin devant leur irréductible et malicieuse créativité? D’une plume tout en humour et en authenticité, Jenny Lawson raconte avec un irrésistible aplomb la maladie mentale et ses tentaculaires implications. Sans tomber dans l’apitoiement, ou la leçon pontifiante, elle secoue joyeusement les préjugés, bouleverse les certitudes et sème un rafraîchissant espoir dans ces eaux habituellement si troubles. Un opus déjanté, hilarant et indispensable, à semer à tout vent, pour faire tomber les oeillères de l'ignorance, et celles de la solitude.

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