The Empty Room is a risky and courageous novel by a writer who, as we have seen before in Our Daily Bread, does not hesitate to confront humanity at its most abject and craven. Colleen Kerrigan is weaving a path toward self-destruction and is no longer able to hide it from friends and co-workers. A drinker with a serious problem that she refuses to acknowledge, she lives alone and, nearing fifty, has worn out most of her friendships from the days when her heavy drinking and its frequently embarrassing consequences were still more or less socially acceptable. By the time we meet her she is already well along the path, but not so far gone that she cannot envision for herself a future as a pathetic, drunken, friendless wreck. The action of the novel covers a 24-hour period, the day when Colleen hits absolute bottom and comes face to face with a choice that will either save her or finish her off. This is not a book for the faint of heart. Lauren Davis does not sugar-coat Colleen's addiction. She does not shy away from messy, stomach-churning details and grotesque behaviors that will make even the steeliest reader cringe with dismay. In The Empty Room Lauren Davis gives us the drinker's worst nightmare and in Colleen Kerrigan a protagonist whose habitual denial of her problem carries with it a sorrowful ring of truth, and whose story could at any moment turn from merely sad to tragic. We may be repulsed, but it is impossible to set aside the book. Compulsively we turn the page, seeking out Colleen's next booze-addled misadventure or ill-advised act of defiance. There is nothing glamorous in this novel. What we have here is unmitigated human weakness. Lauren Davis writes powerfully and unflinchingly of one person's struggle to overcome a cruel personal demon but makes no moral judgment. The Empty Room, dramatically urgent, unsentimental, occasionally unpleasant, is also, strangely enough, filled with compassion. A wise and necessary book.