Wide Awake: A History of the Worst Cures for Insomnia
Somewhere right now, a perfectly reasonable adult is lying flat in the dark, rigid as a plank, mentally herding sheep over a fence and assigning them each a backstory. Somewhere else, an Elizabethan is rubbing the rendered fat of a small dormant rodent into the soles of his feet. These are two of history’s worst cures for insomnia.








