Drinking: A Love Story by Caroline KnappThe roots of alcoholism in the life of a brilliant daughter of an upper-class family are explored in this stylistic, literary memoir of drinking by a Massachusetts journalist.
Caroline Knapp describes how the distorted world of her well-to-do parents pushed her toward anorexia and alcoholism. Fittingly, it was literature that saved her: she found inspiration in Pete Hamills A Drinking Life and sobered up. Her tale is spiced up with the characters she has known along the way.
A journalist describes her twenty years as a functioning alcoholic, explaining how she used alcohol to escape personal relationships and the realities of life until a series of personal crises forced her to confront her problem.
CONTINUE TO BILLING/PAYMENT
Twice a month in a small town, not a definite location, a group of grandmothers would get together to share the recent happenings in their lives. Their stories covered the joys of taking care of the grandchildren, fun with their pets, new recipes, books they read, recent trips they took and so on. She is breathing hard and her hair is a bit messy. She stayed in a broken down motel with a bunch of no good crowd, drinking. They had made plans that after my son got off work he would take her to a nice restaurant to celebrate.
Filling the Void
From a child's perspective (alcohol dependence)
Often, when we think of books about addiction and specifically alcoholism in my case , we think of important, tell-all works of nonfiction. There are also the self-help books, the AA manuals, the well-meaning but often dry no pun, and so on tomes to help one acquire clarity and consistency in a life where addiction often creates chaos and disorder. But, growing up with an alcoholic mother, my most common mode of escape as a child was in fiction. Before I was old enough to simply walk out of the house and literally escape, I hid inside my room and read entire afternoons away, happily lost. Today, some of my favorite works of fiction are those which manage to portray the complex multitudes of ways in which alcoholism affects people—not just the addicts themselves, but their friends, family, and co-workers. I am, probably, by way of my history, more attuned to picking up on it than others. Helen ultimately escapes her marriage and pretends to be a widow, earning a living as an artist to care for herself and her young son.
At 8 years old, I stared out the second-floor window of our apartment. Children my age played on the playground. The windowpane was warm. The sky was clear. I remember this day now as sharp as the edge of a knife because in that moment, I wanted to die. By this time in my life, I had been abused by my family—sexually and emotionally—for as long as I could remember. Today my life is so remarkably blessed, I probably make people sick.