It’s also the title and subject of Zadie Smith’s essay in the New York Review of Books.
I won’t attempt to retell it—you can read “Joy” for yourself (please do). Until then, here’s a snippet:
“…I experience at least a little pleasure every day. I wonder if this is more than the usual amount?…I don’t think this is because so many wonderful things happen to me but rather that the small things go a long way.”
As the New Year unfolds, may you, too, find pleasure in the small of Life.
[Hand-carved ivory netsuke pictured is part of Edmund de Waal’s inherited collection, which he writes about in The Hare with Amber Eyes.]