Does sobriety stop me from being the next Ernest Hemmingway?

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I’m not feeling that special today. In fact I’m feeling rough.

Symptoms? Headache: exhaustion: nausea: Gold Fish Brain (the inability to concentrate on anything for more than thirty seconds, and then only as if viewed through the cloudy waters of a rarely cleaned aquarium.)

I keep drifting off, staring into space, struggling to think of words – pretty much any word. It feels as if my head has been stuffed with candy floss , pink and sticky and in danger of turning to a treacly mass if exposed to the heat caused by thought.

Do I have a bug incubating inside me, multiplying with each passing second, sending my white blood cell count rocketing until my veins congest with sludge, halting the progress of oxygen-starved haemoglobin until I’m a walking skin-bag of bacterial infestation? Err, no, hopefully not.

What I am, though, people, is mildly hungover.

This is a rare occurrence. I used to be a drinker. Oh, yes, I could knock back a pint of the Black Stuff or a Real Ale with a colourful name like Old Shepherd’s Love Pouch or Scabby Red Monkey Claw – in fact, in the days before parental responsibility and HRT, I could’ve knocked back three. I would’ve felt rougher than my Grandmother’s unshaved corns the next morning ‒ but I could’ve done it.

Then things changed.

Maybe the sleep-deprivation brought on by having a baby killed the trainee-alcoholic part of my brain. Maybe I just got too old. Fact is I can’t drink even a moderate amount of alcohol without those most irritating of companions – Thirst, Palpitation, Nausea and Headache – accompanying me through the night or bludgeoning me into wakefulness.

It was only one pint, shared with good friends – thank you S and K – consumed in a convivial hostelry environment. But now I’d rather hide under a blanket with a copy of Crochet Addict’s Monthly than do almost anything – but as today is a writing day, that just isn’t an option.

Which got me thinking of all of those writers who used alcohol and narcotics before/ during/ after/as inspiration for their work –

Robert Louis Stevenson, Hunter S. Thompson, Dylan Thomas, William Burroughs, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Ernest Hemmingway, Kingsley Amis, Jack Kerouac, F Scott Fitzgerald, Raymond Chandler, Patricia Highsmith, Philip Larkin, Philip K Dick …

It seems it would be quicker to empty the contents of a Dublin bar than name those writers who didn’t use some kind of chemical.

Which makes you wonder, doesn’t it? It makes you wonder a lot of things – if they had any money left after paying bar tabs and drug pusher invoices (do drug pushers write invoices?) for the huge dry cleaning bills that would inevitably ensue from imbibing what are basically large amounts of toxins.

But it also makes me wonder whether they needed the stimulants to write or if there’s something about the creative brain that craves uppers, downers, sidewaysers or back-to-fronters.

It’s generally accepted that Philip K Dick would never have written his hugely imaginative sci-fi stories without his prolific use of hallucinogens. And where would Hunter S Thompson’s semi-autobiographical Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas be if his main indulgences were camomile tea and Bourbon  Creams?

Calm and Soothed and in Bed for Ten wouldn’t have the same appeal.

I sort of admire these renegades for being able to function, let alone for their works of genius. Although, for many, of course, the productivity only lasted a few years before organ failure, overdose and various unpleasant diseases followed.

Would I swap being an also-ran for the short life of a genius addict?

I’ll stick to tea and biscuits, thanks.   


And in answer to the title question – I suspect talent is a bigger stumbling block.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/03/10/writing-on-drugs_n_833715.html

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/jul/20/why-do-writers-drink-alcohol

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7 thoughts on “Does sobriety stop me from being the next Ernest Hemmingway?

  1. So I’m not alone! Hope you feel better soon!
    Love this line: But of Laing’s six writers, only Tennessee Williams speaks with candour and conviction: “Why does a man drink? There’s two reasons, separate or together. 1 He’s scared shitless of something. 2. He can’t face the truth.”
    I think he was right.
    X

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    1. It’s a good quote, isn’t it? At least he didn’t conjur any poetical excuses. Wanting to forget and avoidance of something awful about sums it up.
      After a few teas, a cheese salad and a left over garlic naan, I’m feeling a load better, thanks 🙂 Still knackered, though. Where is that copy of Crochet Addict’s Monthly?

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  2. I hope you recover from your hangover soon. I was there Monday morning and as a result, haven’t had a drop all week. (I consumed more than a pint though. Ugh.)

    The two links you posted were very interesting. There was a quote in the second article that articulated a thought I’ve had on the subject before: “displaced stage fright as a cause of literary alcoholism.” I think the same hold true for other mediums as well-in my case producing art.

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    1. It’s a really interesting idea I hadn’t considered before. Writers (and artists) are nervous about exposing their work to attention and possible criticism, but I hadn’t thought some might use drink and drugs to overcome their fears of creating work in the first place. It all makes perfect sense – we’re sending part of ourselves out there, we’re making ourselves vulnerable. Chemicals dull that fear.
      Glad you’ve recovered from the weekend – I’m improving, but certainly no Dylan Thomas. 🙂

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