REVIEWED BY JOSH EMMONS
What should you do if your alcoholism gets so severe that you crawl into bed with colleagues and dial your boss at 4 a.m. to call him a wanker? If you're Sykes, an editor at British GQ, you move overseas and continue the party. In 2003 Sykes and his fiancée relocated to Manhattan, where he managed to land a gig writing, yes, bar reviews for the New York Post. His downfall is predictable—each chapter begins with a countdown to rehab—but Sykes's amusing and depressing anecdotes about his "research," deepened by the occasional bout of introspection, make this addition to the recovery-memoir genre distinctive.