In his mid-forties, writer Jason Sams will only grudgingly admit that alcohol has become less useful to him that it once had been, at some indeterminate period in his life. Sure, he's turned over cars, wrecked friendships and also screwed up his career. But ever since Edgar Allen Poe, American writers have known the art and alcohol go hand in hand. Ivan Gold chronicles Jason Sams's weekend-long journey from his home in Boston to his native New York and back again--a journey that shocks him out of twenty-five years of drinking and into a shaky sobriety.
In his mid-forties, writer Jason Sams will only grudgingly admit that alcohol has become less useful to him that it once had been, at some indetermina...
