My Name is Ross: An Alcoholic’s Journey, by Ross Fitzgerald; New South, 2010, 240 pages, $34.95. “The truth is that, quite often, a little bit of me goes a long way,” Ross Fitzgerald writes towards the end of My Name is Ross. It is a characteristically disarming observation. Fortunately he stopped drinking forty years ago. But this account of his years of drinking and pill-popping nonetheless fills a substantial volume. And a harrowing account it is. But, again characteristically, it is relieved with wit and verve. The temptation, and Fitzgerald is clearly not one readily to refuse temptation, must have…