"...(her) commonness is not so extraordinary. But I expected better of someone who had married me."
-Roger the lawyer, in V.S. Naipaul's Magic Seeds.
And I just finished The Motel Life, by Willy Vlautin. The guy's a Portland writer, and it reads like a zine. It reminds me of Aaron Eliot, or Al Burian, or J.T. LeRoy. Gritty and fucked up and American, but I liked it.