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  • Hardcover: 304 pages
  • Publisher: Scribner; 1 edition (December 29, 2009)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1416550232
  • ISBN-13: 978-1416550235
  • Product Dimensions: 1 x 5 x 8 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 12 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.1 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (36 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,934,181 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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His freshman year of college, Alex Lemon was supposed to be the star catcher on the Macalester College baseball team. He was the boy getting every girl, the hard-partying kid who everyone called Happy, often without even knowing his real name. In the spring of 1997, he had his first stroke.

For two years Lemon coped with his deteriorating health by sinking deeper into alcohol and drug abuse. His charming and carefree exterior masked his self-destructive and sometimes cruel behavior as he endured two more brain bleeds and a crippling depression. After undergoing brain surgery, he is nursed back to health by his free-spirited artist mother, who once again teaches him to stand on his own.

Alive with unexpected humor and sensuality, Happy is a hypnotic self-portrait of a young man confronting the wreckage of his own body; it is also the deeply moving story of a mother's redemptive and healing powers. Alex Lemon's Technicolor sentences pop and sing as he writes about survival--of the body and of the human spirit.


A Conversation with Author Alex Lemon

Q: Happy is one of the nicknames you were given in college. How would you describe this persona that you inhabited in college?

A: Happy was/is carefree, casual, and jubilant. Excessive in every facet of a young man's life. Yearning for the good time, what probably seemed to most people who knew me like I was interested in pleasure, getting fucked up. At the same time, I tried to make everyone else feel good (because I felt so shitty). I was friendly to everyone, and all of the swaggering guy-talk and joking was, like it is for many young men who don't know how to talk about how they feel, the way men I knew showed affection for each other. I hug everyone now, but, for whatever reason "men" didn't do that; we'd call each other douche bag or asshole. Compassion was punching someone in the shoulder. So many people knew who "Happy" was, but I wore that Happy Mask so well that no one really knew who I was. No one knew what dark emptiness I felt inside me because I was tricking everyone around me. And really, I'd lost myself so completely that I was deluding myself. The more I tried to be Happy, the more I felt like I didn't exist at all. And that's really the emotional key to the entire book, that Happy was this surface character, like a body suit, a mask that didn't allow anyone in to see how troubled I was.

Q: Reading this book is an incredibly visceral experience. It opens with you waking up with bouncing vision and an aching body; the whole room is spinning. It's disorienting in a way that puts the reader right inside your body.

A: Good! I did my best to replicate that feeling, that unnerving dislocation that is, at the same time incredibly gut wrenching. There's such a huge, huge challenge in trying to articulate pain and discomfort because it's so located in only one way in each individual person. And I'd much rather have someone react to my work with deep feelings--love, disgust, disbelief, compassion, amazement even palpable dislike--than a shoulder shrug.

Q: How would you describe the kind of person you were before your stroke?

A: On the surface, I was trying to be the All-American boy--I did all the things that "real men" are supposed to--played sports, partied, casually hooked up, woke up in strange places and laughed about it all, etc. But I was much more complicated than that. As much as I tried to peel myself through my self destruction, I could never get through all of the layers. I was interested in my classes but all of the people around me seemed so smart that I'd tell my best friend Casey that I was going to class and then I'd walk around the neighborhood getting high. Later, I'd go back to my room and read. I've always read a lot. A severe and radical separation occurred when the brain bleeds started, but even before that I felt different than everyone. I was already confused and scared because I kept the sexual abuse I suffered as a boy secret from everyone around me. I was also too interested in the arts and all sorts of artistic and intellectual zaniness to fit in perfectly with most of the athletes, and I liked listening to baseball games and lifting weights too much to feel accepted in the art studios. But I probably spent more time in the ceramic studio than I did playing baseball. I guess I was already floating somewhere in the no-man's land between everything and because, so often young men don't know how to speak about their suffering, I kept it all to myself.

Q: Up until your brain surgery you lived an incredibly physical life, what was it like to have to relearn how to navigate the world when you had such a different physical relationship to it?

A: Imagine being forced to sit motionless when every inch of you itches because like some end-of-day's plague, all of your insides, your organs, even your heart, has athlete's foot. Think about sprinkling yourself with gasoline and then, as you try to will your hand to stop moving, you have to watch as that hand, that hand that used to be under your control, picks up a match, lights it, and then drops it on your lap. But that fire doesn't end it— there's pain of course, but even more traumatic is what happens in your mind as you watch the flames without being able to do anything. You watch, powerless, while it all falls apart. The flame never goes out and it never stops hurting and all you can do is think "Whoa! Shit. I'm on fire."

Q: When did you first start writing?

A: I'd always written. I was raised in a world of art and literature and music, and that home life had a tremendous impact on me. I did my best to ignore it, but it was always a part of my core. We didn't have a TV, so I read and scribbled in journals. I wrote in college, kept notebooks, wrote poems, but I thought I was going to be a lawyer because I thought that being rich would somehow make me feel better about myself. I was a couple of art classes away from an art major. I can't remember why now, but I was deathly afraid of art history. I refused to take it. Maybe, because my vision began failing after the bleeds started that I knew there was no way I could look at slides all day. Or maybe I was just scared and it was easier to follow what seemed like a very clear path to my major in Poli- Sci.

I didn't start taking writing seriously until two of my professors at Macalester College, the wonderful writers Wang Ping and Diane Glancy, told me that writing and studying literature was something that I should consider doing. This happened after I returned to Mac after taking a year off to recover from the brain surgery. It was an incredibly powerful moment for me. I was so depressed and manic and self-destructive. To hear someone I respect say that they thought I was a talented writer was more healing than any medicine or drug I've taken. The year after my surgery, I lived close to campus and for a long while I didn't want to see any of my friends. I couldn't let them see what I'd become and I didn't want to see them because it reminded me of what I lost. My mother, the most amazing person in the world, took care of me, and though it was fraught and hard, she made me want to keep living. There were so many moments during that time that I wanted it all to end, but her vibrant compassion began awakening me to the world. Once I began living on my own, I think it was toward the end of that school year, sometime during the second semester, I started going to my best friend Casey's writing class. Ping watched me hobble noisily into class--at the time I was using a cane, banging it into everything around me and wearing an eye patch--and she asked me straight up what had happened. She didn't treat me like I was pitiable or a freak or a monster, she treated me like I was normal. Ping let me attend the class as often as I wanted. Writing was and is hard and complicated and it's sometimes painful or emotional, but it has always filled me with pleasure. In hindsight I can see how I've always been drawn to those attributes--complexity, challenge, beauty, a bit of pain and deep feeling--but however excruciating writing was, it wasn't self-destructive and it didn't hurt the people around me.

Q: Did it offer some solace?

A: No. But that wasn't the point for me, so I wasn't seeking it out. It was more about acknowledging the actual. The real. That varying degrees of suffering and pain are as much a part of life as breathing and that no matter what sort of trash or wreckage one is digging through, if you look close enough, you can see the that we're always surrounded by a tremendous beauty. Oh, man--does that sound cheesy? Shitbags. Balls. There, I feel better. But seriously, Happy is more than a story about medical trauma or addiction. It's about masculinity and mental illness; and in the end, the book is a love story about a mother and son.

Q: Do you think you would have become a writer if you'd never had any physical problems?

A: I think, no matter how I made my living, I would have written, but that's very different than becoming a writer. I don't really know. What has happened in my life has become such a part of me; I've learned to acknowledge it all, to confront, tend to my feelings about everything that's happened, etc., to such a degree, that I can't imagine that what-if.

Q: You've published several books of poetry. How was the switch to prose?

A: In the beginning it was incredibly difficult. Though I'd always read a lot of prose, I'd spent years leading up to the writing of Happy fully immersed in poetry. So instead of using the precision and focus I used when writing verse to write crisp, clear, vibrant pages of prose, at the start of this project, I was writing a 400-page, hyper-lyrical and endlessly confusing poem. But I practiced, and like almost everything, the more time I spent writing prose, the more that poetry skill set began smoothly transferring to my prose. And with it came a similar pleasure that I comes to me when I write poetry. In the end it was wonderful.

Q: You've been sober for several years. The book doesn't really cover that period of your life. What made you finally want to get sober? When was that? Why do you think it took you so long?

A: I was literally destroying myself. I was never using for fun or to have a good time. I was trying to obliterate myself so I wouldn't think about all those parts of me that spun me into the darkness, all those difficulties that I've had to deal with and face and confront. I started trying to get my shit together in halfway through graduate school. I failed, repeatedly failed and so every few months I'd declare a “Human Experiment" which entailed getting as fucked up as possible and staying that way for as long as I could. Everyone was a winner! At the time, it seemed like a perfectly reasonable way to dive back into the darkness. I'm not sure why it took so long. Wait, that's a lie. I do know why it took so long. But first, why don't mammals come out of the womb fully formed?

Q: This book doesn't have the traditional tidy, happy ending. What is your health like now?

A: I didn't want to write that kind of book, and wrap it up with a tidy little bow, because that, to me, seems so incredibly dishonest. A willful ignoring of reality in every way. So much of life is not tidy. To varying degrees suffering and pain are as much a part of our lives as breathing air. And if one pays attention and really sees, all of the messiness, so much of our ugly wrecks, are, yeah, maybe a little ugly, but if you tilt your head or squint just so, or open your eyes wide, they are also tremendously beautiful.

As for my health, I guess there are good days and bad days. I live with visual disabilities--nystagmus and diplopiia and some days you might catch me wearing my eye patch or a black contact that occludes my vision in that eye. I still have some numbness in my face, and sometimes in my hands. My gait has improved but it's still off. I fall to my right. And I can be really awkward. I bumble into corners and knock into walls. If you're walking beside me, I'll knock into you because my steps angle forward and out to make sure I don't tip. I'm a jagged walker. I also have some chronic pain in my back and legs. And all of my symptoms get worse if I'm tired or stressed out and I still have to spend time visiting neurologists and neuropthamologists and every few months I feel like the world is ending and I'll go get an MRI. For the most part, I've learned to deal with the vicissitudes of my health. I know what makes me feel good and I know what will make me feel worse. I have learned to do most of the things I want to do while still taking care of myself.

Q: What are you working on next?

A: Right now I'm working really hard on not hitting my head on things. I have a long history of head trauma and it's about time that I put an end to it. I should probably wear a giant foam helmet at all times. As for my writing: I'm working on three projects. The first is a book of prose that picks up where Happy ends: a young man both broken and healed. I'm still very interested in some ideas that were brought up in Happy, like constructs of masculinity, ability/disability, and mental illness, but I'm also thinking more broadly about the idea of fatherhood and the pleasures of the physical body. I'm also at work on my fourth collection of poetry (the third collection, Fancy Beasts, will be published by Milkweed Editions in March). This new collection is a sequence of poems in dialogue with Emerson's "Beauty." Finally, I'm gathering/organizing my essays into a book that I'm calling Rabbit-Hole Music.

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From Publishers Weekly

In this honest memoir, Lemon, the author of two collections of poetry (Mosquito; Hallelujah Blackout), was a carefree, hard partying, baseball-playing college student at Macalester College in Minnesota in 1997 when he suffered a stroke and later two brain bleeds. Readers are swept along on his rough ride during the next two years, through his nasty travails of frenetic drug and alcohol use, terribly misguided attempts to cope with his deteriorating and frightening condition. Often he is mean and uncaring to those around him; at other times he is confused and scared. He drops into a dark depression, a cruel fate for a young man, who was known on campus by the nickname of Happy. Ultimately, he undergoes brain surgery. Lemon offers a raw and honest narration of his college life, his relationships with girlfriends and family members, especially his loving and quirky mother. He dissects his repressed inner demons and recounts his continual struggle to regain his emotional and physical health following his operation. The result is a voltaic narrative that is alternately horrifying and touching. (Jan.)
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More About the Author

Alex Lemon is a poet and memoirist. He is the author of Happy (Scribner), the poetry collections Mosquito (Tin House Books), Hallelujah Blackout (Milkweed Editions), Fancy Beasts (Milkweed Editions) and the chapbook At Last Unfolding Congo (horse less press). His writing has appeared in Esquire, Best American Poetry 2008, Satellite Convulsions, Tin House, The Bloomsbury Review, The Southern Review, AGNI and jubilat, among others. Among his awards are a 2005 Literature Fellowship in Poetry from the National Endowment for the Arts and a 2006 Minnesota Arts Board Grant. He is co-editor of LUNA: A Journal of Poetry and Translation and is a frequent book reviewer. He teaches at Texas Christian University and lives digitally at www.alexlemon.com.

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Like any good memoir, Lemon's Happy is a brutally honest book.
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If you can make it through the first 3 or 4 chapters, the book is great after that, and gets better as the story progresses.
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13 of 13 people found the following review helpful By Daniel B. Slocum VINE VOICE on December 21, 2009
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I'm afraid I disagree with some of the critical reviews of this book. I think Alex Lemon's memoir Happy is a work of art. Alex is a poet and this work has the rich detail one finds in good poetry. I'd like to make the comparison to Mary Karr who I consider to be the ultimate memoirist of our time. Mary Karr is a poet FIRST and a writer second. In my mind that's an enormous compliment to her. She takes brutally difficult topics and makes them live and breathe and entertain through the skillful and precise use of prose. Alex Lemon is delivering the same style of memoir. This is good stuff. There are so many scary and difficult places in this book. And there's HOPE in this book. It's beautiful and I hope you find the same satisfaction in reading Happy. Wonderful. Five stars.
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful By Palimpsest on December 28, 2009
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When Mary Karr's "The Liar's Club" appeared in 1995 it changed the way readers thought about memoir. At first it opened doors to writers taking brave risks, but then the onslaught of ME-moir dragged the genre down. With some notorious lapses in judgment of late, the modern memoir was due for an overhaul. Alex Lemon's "Happy" is just the shot in the arm that was needed. Vibrant, fearless, and bonafide, "Happy" is the personal narrative reinvented to convey the perspective of an angry young jock turned poet. Here's a voice we haven't heard before, telling a story that is entirely unexpected--and just short of miraculous. Searing and yet not scathing, Lemon is remarkably free from judgment in his assessment of the tricks of nature and shortcomings of family, friends, and self. His genuine love and understanding of others sets this book apart, offering a new take on the memoir for a new era.
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By Diana De Avila TOP 500 REVIEWERVINE VOICE on January 1, 2010
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When I started reading this book, Alex Lemon immediately reminded me of John Gunther in Death Be Not Proud (P.S.). Al's story is one of resurrection from a self-destructive lifestyle that included self-loathing, self-mutilation and drug abuse. Alex went the way of his peers doing drugs, having sex, and drinking alcohol -- and he surely appeared like a guy headed for a train wreck.

Along with a hard lifestyle and a really unusual Mom, Alex is thrown into the midst of a medical crisis. He starts to develop bleeding on the brain (manifested as strokes and neurological problems). While this almost did Alex in, he decided to fight for his life and redeem himself over time. This is not a story about self-destruction although it certainly reads that way ... it is more a story about redemption and taking lemons to make lemonade with the help of friends and family.

I loved the writing style (and that pushed it to 5 stars for me). Alex is so descriptive in his writing that it is a real pleasure to read and be drawn into his experiences. This type of writing is a gift. If you can get through the rough and tumble language which is really a part of his culture, you will find yourself entrenched in a very inspiring story.

I recommend it.
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful By Falstaff on January 11, 2010
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Alex Lemon's first major publication in prose is also his best work to date. The entire books crackles with vibrant imagery and original wordplay. Every few pages, you are reminded of just how cinematic and beautiful Lemon's voice can be.

Like any good memoir, Lemon's Happy is a brutally honest book. His reflections on his past can be both utterly crushing and amazingly up-lifting at different points through his diagnosis and recovery from illness. Sure, it's heavy at points on the drugs and sex, but these elements aren't used to impress or titillate the reader. They're the understandable reactions of a freshman in college who has to come to grips with his own mortality by himself.

In all honesty, Lemon's mother, "Ma", is a character so quirky and loving she alone makes the book a worth-while read. By the end of the memoir, you wish you could hug her just for her endurance and zaniness.

Simply put: this is a dazzling, significant work of creative non-fiction. Lemon's prose is like a current of electricity: quick, scorching, and powerful.
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13 of 18 people found the following review helpful By Eileen Granfors TOP 1000 REVIEWERVINE VOICE on December 12, 2009
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I read 143 pages of "Happy" by Alex Lemon, vowing to give up and move on to another title every ten minutes or so. But I kept reading because I like the way he uses verbs. Many of his verbs are usually nouns, and I found that interesting enough to go on and on until finally the story caught up with his verbal and collegiate highjinks.

Alex Lemon writes his memoir of his college years, when as a varsity baseball player, he suddenly begins experiencing bleeds in his brain. Though he tries to cover up his decreasing physical and mental abilities with booze and drugs, his body can eventually take no more. He must decide: surgery on his brain stem or not?

I did not enjoy the first 143 pages of "plot" or "dialogue" because the antics of drunken college boys calling one another names and mocking a variety of sex acts are not among interests in life. (This is not Roth in "Portnoy's Complaint," but close.)

Afte page 143, however, Al's issues become more real as his body enters a shut-down mode. Once we meet his surgeon, spend time with him in his physical therapy, and stand back to admire his strange mother, the book comes to life.

A tighter version of this memoir, with less emphasis on the booze, the drugs, the bad treatment of women, and the adolescent joking around might be a better book.
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