Archive for October, 2008

I Prefer to Go with a Smile on My Lips, Thank You

Thursday, October 16th, 2008

— and the taste of a good whisky as well.

Doctors offer new prohibitions on drinking for the older set. I’ve been exceeding these limits since before the researchers were born, thank you very much. What doesn’t surprise me is that the “risky” drinkers are the happy ones.

Crumley on Bulldog Alcoholism

Wednesday, October 1st, 2008

I throw in my lot with Bill Ott, who writes, “teetotaling fiction tastes flat to me.” In memoriam, a scribe who never dried up:

“When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon.”

— James Crumley, The Last Good Kiss