the Job-rage at a God who got him sober
what if God is really the cruel and vengeful figurant Boston AA swears up and down He isn’t, and He gets you straight just so you can feel all the more keenly every bevel and edge of the special punishments He’s got lined up for you?
Context
The spiritual crisis at the center of the recovery plot, arriving as impotent Job-type rage: what if getting sober was not rescue but setup, a clearing of the anesthetic haze so that every bevel of the coming punishment could be felt at full sharpness. It is the exact inversion of the program's Loving-Higher-Power promise, and the book lets it stand unrefuted — the rage that sends any sober addict falling back up inside himself, the doubt that sobriety must be endured through rather than reasoned away.