This hurried collection of short works by Fitzgerald from New Directions purports to be about booze but is really more steeped in it. Travelogues, tales of New York, and scattered letters and notes evoke prohibition and the crash and the juxtaposition of poverty and luxury. As a whole, the collection is listliss and vaguely lost—not unlike an afternoon spent drinking. Covetable both for the solar Rodrigo Corral cover and the sense of productivity it can attach to a cocktail.