Sunday, July 28, 2013

Kinds of drafts …

… The Trip to Echo Spring by Olivia Laing: On the need of hyperarticulate people to get raving drunk.

Why do writers drink?

(Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

As someone who spent many years packing it away, I think the idea that there is a mystery to drunkenness is pernicious. Drunkenness – and I prefer that term to alcoholism – is a form gluttony. One drinks because one likes to, and one likes (usually) what it does to one. A psychiatrist once told me I was the best drunk he had ever seen. he meant that could put away astounding amounts while remaining lucid. As with all good things, one's drinking days must come to an end. And stopping really isn't as hard as it is made out to be. 

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