When the locked doors at Briar Falls Hospital snapped tersely shut behind him, every trace of Blake Reffett’s senses underwent destruction, distortion, or displacement in that realm of alcohol treatment.
Fuddled by detoxification tranquilizers, he was amiably deprived of shoe laces and belt, razor, and mobile telephone; assigned a spartan bedroom with a frosted window and a bathroom designed against self-injury; and surrounded by a long corridor of colorful psychiatric patients free to wander day and night. When the treatment cycle commences, he is plunged into half-days of brutal, wrenching,...
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