I forgot to mention, when I was naming some of my favorite books yesterday, that one of my very favorite books is Permanent Midnight, by Jerry Stahl.
That’s not to say I can read it every day. It still makes me feel a bit sick when I do. And, you may ask, why do I like so many screwed up memoirs? The reason I like Stahl’s book so much is because it completely illustrates a man’s descent into utter and complete hell, laying out all of the humiliation along the way, with no holds barred.