These books feel a bit like the moment in the filming of the Herb Ertlinger ad when Moira realizes everything has gone horribly wrong for her to find herself doing a commercial for atrocious fruit wine and, frankly, beefing it. (Exemplary gif in pinned comment)

They are slow / slippery descents into madness, psychosis, horror, etc., lubricated by alcohol. They might feel a bit like a fever dream.

CW: addiction, postpartum psychosis, intergenerational trauma, colonial violence, drunk driving