Bertolt Brecht bought a little Chinese amulet in Chinatown and it made him think about writing a play, The Travels of the God of Happiness. The happiness god is the god of those who would like to be happy. He goes traveling across the North American continent, leaving a trail of murder and outrage in his wake. Soon he comes to the authorities’ attention as the cause of, and accessory to, many crimes. He has to go into hiding and becomes a wanted criminal. At long last, he is arrested, tried and convicted. He is about to be executed but he turns out to be immortal. He lies happily in the electric chair, smacks his lips when he drinks the poison they give him. The distraught executioners, priests and rabbis leave, exhausted by their ministrations. The crowd outside death-row, which had come to the execution full of excited fear and pitilessness, goes away, full of fresh hope.


About judyjablow123

In my youth I was a world class tournament golfer. I earned an MA in history at NYU, after which I knew I had had enough of academia. I have remained a student of history. I have a strongly personal - almost entirely negative- take on the contemporary pharmaceutical and mental health industries. That was the impetus for my Bluepolar blog, which will also include stuff on sports, history and anything else that strikes my interest.
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