Heh, thanks David. An ignoble effort that's slowly improving...
The Lost Weekend, Charles Jackson (1944)
Only partly into the early portions of this book, but worth noting after I tried to watch the Billy Wilder film version to no avail - too bland and dulled by the standards of it's time (removes references to homosexuality) and by the excesses of today in comparison. So far, though, the book is a lot bleaker, sleazier, and true-to-life regarding brutal levels of alcoholism, one element the movie did not use is that the main character smashes his face on a staircase railing early on in the book, making him pretty badly (if temporarily) disfigured for the duration. With that, you take a rather different journey via the book rather than the film. Has an impressionistic quality that's very appropriate for themes of addiction and overall it puts shit like Bukowski or Kerouac to shame very easily.