These 17 stories which were written as a ""collective entity"" and are now in book form for the first time appeared individually in Esquire (editor Arnold Gingrich contributes the introduction) when Fitzgerald, just before his death, was a ""forgotten"" author of the '20's. Forgotten too is Pat Hobby, a back writer on a Hollywood lot, a once successful, now shattered figure with ""whipped misery"" in his (usually bloodshot) eyes and clothes that looked as if ""he'd been standing on Hollywood and Vine for three years"". The tragic parallel is unavoidable. If the stories individually are a little flimsy, they do reflect Fitzgerald's ""fascination with failure"" and provide a sad commentary on the worthless Hobby, (w)angling deals, copping story ideas, sneaking his name on a script, and to the humiliation of escorting notables around the set, posing as a model for a picture, etc.... Even though this is not strong Fitzgerald, with this volume ""the Fitzgerald canon is at last complete"".