Poppy Z. Brite's fourth (and, to date, final) short story collection is a slim volume of stories mostly taking place within the world of his "Liquor" series, along with a duo of melancholy "Dr. Brite" stories, of which these two are the first I've read and I greatly enjoyed. The stories are good on their own, eclectic and atmospheric snapshots of New Orleans, but with the addition of the Foreword and his nonfiction piece "The Last Good Day of My Life," the collection transforms into a sad, elegiac love letter to New Orleans pre-Katrina. Taken together, this whole collection packs a punch, and really makes you understand why and how Brite became so lost and distanced from his work after the hurricane. Short, but good.