An alcoholic on awakening is much like a newborn baby—fragile and without any defense against a very sober world. September Remember begins with a terrifying—and darkly funny blackout—the sort of a blackout that pulls you right into the mind of a drunk on the loose. Reading it, I was reminded of my AA friend picking me up in his truck, the uncertainty of that boozy hazy evening. The blackout is not the story of September Remember, but it’s that darkness that...
