What kind of novel would you write if you were the cocktails editor at the New York Times? Probably something scathingly funny about a drunk poet who’s stuck in O'Hare while his daughter whom he’s never met gets married across the country. This scornful little book is totally impudent and rude. The whole thing is a letter to an airline he loathes. But his life! His poetry! Jonathan Miles’ Dear American Airlines is the perfect balance of despair and hilarity.