Unwasted: My Lush Sobriety
The single glass of wine with dinner…the cold beer on a hot day…the champagne flute raised in a toast… what I’d drink if Hunter S. Thompson wanted to get wasted with me…these are my fantasies lately. Too bad I’ve gone sober.
When Sacha Z. Scoblic was drinking, she was a rock star; the days were rough and the nights filled with laughter and blackouts. Then she gave it up. She had to. But the last chapter is not the end of the addicted nightmare—the first chapter is. Because, when the party winds down, that’s when things really get weird. This memoir starts where others leave off: at the beginning of a life without alcohol, where the liquor still seems to lap at Sacha’s feet and where reality comes rushing in hard and fast.
Here are Sacha’s adventures in an utterly and often maddeningly sober world—and the unexpected discovery that nothing is as odd and fantastic as life without a drink in hand. Except, of course, when her lush fantasy relapses come racing across her subconscious and she is forced to grapple with what it might take to get her to drink again …
Whether she writes of being manhandled by Maker’s Mark or offers her frank take on theological matters, Scoblic’s testament to life on the wagon is pertinent and raffish, marked by considerable candor and humor. A dryly witty, spirited memoir of an abandoned life of drink and what it might have cost.”
—Kirkus Reviews
