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Reading For The (Self-Administered) Apocalypse

Everyone has a preferred hangover helper (mine’s a steaming hot spicy bowl of pho noodle soup, aspirin, and ‘Rushmore‘). Others go for hair-of-the-dog, spa treatments, cheeseburgers, or, hell, all three at once. But such methods fail, a story in today’s Times points out, to address symptoms beyond the usual nausea and exhaustion—the much worse ones based in existential darkness, self-loathing, and regret. To a certain sort, such side effects from revelry require more than folk remedies (see Joan Acocella’s recent gem in The New Yorker, A Few Too Many) they require a good long read. One that takes you to a deeper, more despondent place, in fact, so your return to personhood can be felt even more satisfyingly. Enter ‘EVERYDAY DRINKING: The Distilled Kingsley Amis’ (Bloomsbury).  Three of his long out-of-print books on the art of drinking have been compiled into a single volume with the added kick of an introduction by another legendary prude, Christopher Hitchens. Here’s a few choice excerpts thanks to Dwight Garner’s review, the first on diets:

“The first, indeed the only, requirement of a diet is that it should lose you weight without reducing your alcoholic intake by the smallest degree.” On why serious drinkers should own a separate refrigerator for their implements: “Wives and such are constantly filling up any refrigerator they have a claim on, even its ice-compartment, with irrelevant rubbish like food.” On the benefits of sangria: “You can drink a lot of it without falling down.”

See you at the bar, friends.

EVERYDAY DRINKING

The Distilled Kingsley Amis

By Kingsley Amis

302 pages. Bloomsbury. $19.99.

 

Smith: Restaurant Row? More like Liquor Lane

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With a name like “THE JAKEWALK”, there’s already good reason to look forward to the latest addition to Smith Street, fast becoming more a street for boozy haute cocktail-soaked pub crawls than leisurely dinners (though you can find me happily hiding out in with a minute steak in Bar Tabac often enough). But with the (coming-soon) Clover Club, the timeless Brooklyn InnBrooklyn Social, and winebar Black Mountain, I’m going to pronounce Smith Street Brooklyn’s favorite lane for drinking as well as eating. And hell, when you cast your gimlet-eyed gaze on the fair borough of Brooklyn as a whole, the arrivals of Weather UpBeer Table4th Avenue PubPacific StandardCherry TreeRadegast, and so many more make for a rosy picture indeed.

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