280 pp. Copper Canyon Press. $18 Mondoweiss readers—and others who have the courage to educate themselves—necessarily spend considerable time learning about the many wrongs Israel has inflicted on Palestinians – and about new miseries it may inflict tomorrow and beyond. We are well-versed in the vast, resulting unhappiness of Palestinians. What gets far less attention is the question of Palestinian happiness, if such a thing can really exist Taha Muhammad Ali, a beloved poet from Nazareth who died in 2011, was pessimistic about the possibility but not entirely dismissive. Born in 1931, his life ended in a way in 1948 with the razing of his hometown. The entire population was scattered, some never to be found again. The rest of his existence, he lived under Israel’s boot. In the poem “Warning,” he confides that his happiness isn’t worth the price of the bullet that might be “wasted” on shooting it. “Trust me,” he tells would-be shooters, “my happiness bears no relation to happiness.”