I've just started this book, so pretty early days, possibly just finished the 'drink or the drinker?' chapters.
I will stick with it, I think, but I'm already a bit 🤔 at the idea that the down and out in the gutter is just further along his alcohol addiction journey than your maiden aunt who has a sherry at Xmas. Or, more realistically, our mates who drank like fish alongside us at 20-30, but who now at 50 have a single glass, maybe two, tops, on a night out.
They're either lying to us 🤣 or such drinkers do exist, and to me there's nothing to suggest the moderation they segued into in their thirties and have very much apparently sustained into their fifties will morph into drinking nail polish remover in their sixties.
What is your take? IS it an 'American' style book with no shades of grey, no nuance?