“I wonder whether the intersection of women and drink is somehow less productive, in the sense that for men the dissolute drunkenness has a romantic, stormy quality. For women, the thing is only sour breath. And it’s hard not to conclude that it’s had a posthumous effect on the interpretation of their work.”
Literary female alcoholics seem to get their reputations tarnished (or erased) in ways that their male counterparts do not. Why Do We Treat Literature’s Male and Female Alcoholics So Differently?