Have we granted too much authority to psychiatry to determine when a human mind is healthy or ill? Charged with sorting out the inner truths of how we think, do psychiatrists sometimes get it wrong? Has there been enough thought and research given to the inflated promises of trendy diagnoses that we should blindly accept what might in fact be shoddy science?
When Dr. Henry Avalon, his wife and newly arrived baby move in next door to Dr. Prendergast—also a psychiatrist, but older and of questionable sanity—the two psychiatrists lock horns. While Helena’s instincts warn her of the dangers they face, Henry is drawn into Prendergast’s world of malice, delusions, and malpractice. What ensues is a dark comedy of the absurd that Henry and Helena Avalon naively never dreamt was possible.
