Like Philip K. Dick or Robert Louis Stevenson before him, Brian Allen Carr’s Sip shoots us with a brand new metaphor full of our addictions. One day we’ll return to this book after the war began and speak of its shadow-drinkers like we do zombies and vampires and say, ‘And this is where it all began. This new wild mythology that was true even then. When the comet returned.’ AND TOGETHER WE’LL SIP.