John Barleycorn czyli wspomnienia alkoholika

The honesty in John Barleycorn is intense and unflinching. I'm curious about what motivated him to share this personal battle so openly.

London's reflections felt raw and sometimes despairing. Did others see this as a way of confronting his demons or as a form of catharsis?

Reading about London's experiences, I wondered how perceptions of alcoholism have changed since he wrote this. Would the story be different today?