When Scott Preston has four double vodkas on his way to work one time too many, he finds himself the subject of an intervention. He’s packed off to the Banner Clinic, run by Stone Banner, a celebrity who is idolized by the public. He gets to the clinic, where he certainly doesn’t feel like he belongs, the same day as another guy dressed in a rabbit suit, and proceeds to meet a unique array of patients. There’s tattooed Hector, who seems to be spending his life bouncing from one treatment center to another, Puffguts, who was sent to treatment in lieu of a mob drowning, Cheryl, who’s incredibly thin and timid, and the lovely Priscilla, who intrigues Scott against his better judgment. They spend their days going to therapy and chain smoking cigarettes, and Scott begins to turn around under the tutelage of their counselor Marcia. Just when Scott seems to be settling into life in treatment, however, everything goes awry. A famous actress who graduated from the clinic shortly after Scott’s arrival is found dead in the desert, either the victim of a long fall or a hit and run. Then their counselors, and then Priscilla, disappear. Something is wrong at the Banner Clinic, and Scott seems to be the only patient levelheaded enough to come up with a plan to save them all.
The name Peter Benchley is practically synonymous with the sea, but in this book he proves he doesn’t need a watery background to craft a good story. This is a book largely about addiction treatment with a bit of intrigue thrown in, but even without the intrigue I would have liked it. Benchley writes with an engaging sense of humor and his protagonist’s journey from denial to acceptance was actually a lot of fun. Though we don’t see him on the current best seller lists, Benchley’s work is well worth reading.