It’s not my favorite piece of his, but the subject is drug addiction, and given the buzz over current addiction memoirs (see, e.g., Frey and Burroughs) I thought it was worth mentioning.
You know, a few years ago I picked up a copy of Heller’s God Knows from a street vendor for $3. The Biblical King David is the protagonist, and as the novel unfolds you learn that Solomon wasn’t really so wise and Bathsheba really was that beautiful and being a powerful king can sometimes be a pain in the tuckus. I read a little more than half of it before I somehow managed to leave it on the F train. (I was flustered because, shortly before we reached my stop, a Hassidic gentleman sat down across from me. He noticed the cover of my heretical novel, frowned, and moved to the other end of the car. I must have dropped the book on the seat or the floor in my haste to hide the cover and stop offending him.)