For the stories, of course, and for the characters — sympathetic and otherwise.
But we also read him for passages like the following; it’s from The Yiddish Policemen’s Union, which I’m currently reading. And note that I’m practically choosing at random: perfect little bundles of words like this are on every page. The character who’s being described here has just awakened after being knocked out.
An invisible gas clouds his thoughts, exhaust from a bus left parked with its engine running in the middle of his brain.
Sigh…
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