FYI/FYE
Proof - Alcohol and American Life
December 15, 2008, 9:00 pm
Drunkenfreude
By Susan Cheever
As dessert ended, the woman in the red dress got up and stumbled toward the bathroom. Her
husband, whose head had been sinking toward the bûde Noë put a clumsily lecherous arm
around the reluctant hostess. As coffee splashed into porcelain demitasse cups, the woman
in the red dress returned, sank sloppily into her chair and reached for the Courvoisier.
Someone gently moved the bottle away. .Are you shaying I.m drunk?. she demanded. Even in
the candlelight I noticed that the lipstick she had reapplied was slightly to the left of
her lips. Her husband, suddenly bellicose, sprang from his chair to defend his wife.s
honor. But on the way across the room he slipped and went down like a tray of dishes.
.Frank! Are you hurt?. she screamed. Somehow she had gotten hold of the brandy.
.S.nothing,. he replied, .just lay down for a little nap. Can I bum a smoke?.
That dinner party was almost 10 years ago; it was the last time I saw anyone visibly drunk
at a New York party. The New York apartments and lofts which were once the scenes of
old-fashioned drunken carnage . slurred speech, broken crockery, broken legs and arms,
broken marriages and broken dreams . are now the scene of parties where both friendships
and glassware survive intact. Everyone comes on time, behaves well, drinks a little wine,
eats a few tiny canapé and leaves on time. They all still drink, but no one gets drunk
anymore. Neither do they smoke. What on earth has happened?
If alcoholism is an addiction . which it is . how can people control their drinking just
because it is no longer acceptable to get drunk? What about smoking, another addiction?
Addicts are supposed to be powerless; is a little social disapproval more powerful than
all the rehabilitation centers and 12-step programs and fancy new drugs?
Does fashion trump addiction?
Addiction specialists and scientists have identified three causes of most addictions:
early trauma, genes, and environment. Still, addiction has eluded all attempts at a
precise definition or a complete understanding. In most models, environment is thought to
be the least of the three so-called causes. But maybe environment is the elephant in the
room. In an environment where it is not attractive to get drunk, no one gets drunk.
In his brilliant book about addiction, .America Anonymous,. Benoit Denizet-Lewis describes
an experiment done by Vancouver professor Bruce Alexander in which rats in small cages
were compared to rats in a specially designed Rat Heaven, a room where lab rats had
everything that lab rats like. The rats in cages drank 16 times as much of the sugary
morphine solution offered than the rats in Rat Heaven. Can addictions be controlled just
by circumstances? Are parties and vacations an overlooked way to treat alcoholism?
In the old days, drunkenness was as much part of New York City society as evening clothes.
This is the city where Zelda Fitzgerald jumped wildly in the fountain in front of the
Plaza, the city of .Breakfast at Tiffany.s,. written by another fabulous alcoholic, Truman
Capote. It.s the city of late nights with sloshed celebrities at the Stork Club. It.s the
city that gave its name to Manhattans and Bronx Cocktails, the city of John O.Hara and
Frank O.Hara, of drunken brilliance and brilliant drunks.
I don.t drink. I know the savage, destructive power of alcoholism. It.s a soul stealer.
Yet, there.s a mischievous part of me that misses all that extreme behavior, all those
nasty but somehow amusing surprises, all that glamor even when so much of it ended in
pain, institutions and early death. For us sober people there is a kind of drunkenfreude
to watching others embarrass themselves, mangle their words and do things they will regret
in the morning . if they even remember them in the morning.
After our host poured the woman in the red dress and her husband into a taxi that long ago
night, we all chortled over our nightcaps at their behavior. In his sober years my father
used to mix killer martinis for guests and then watch with amusement as they tried to
navigate down the stairs of his house to the driveway . stairs that they had bounded up so
easily a few hours earlier.
There are certainly moments when it is embarrassing not to drink. A friend will start to
pour me a glass of wine and then apologize profusely. At a party someone will notice my
club soda and decide to make an issue of it. Why can.t I just have a little white wine?
But there were many more embarrassing moments when I did drink, and that.s what watching
other people get drunk helps me remember. For me, the psychology is often in reverse. I
learn from seeing what I don.t want and avoiding it, rather than from seeing what I do
want and aspiring to it. I have been to many wonderful Christmas parties in the last
decade and seen many glorious women behave with dignity and grace. I don.t remember them.
It.s the woman in the red dress I won.t forget.
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