So it goes.
Read some of the shorter books if you haven't, they're full of things. I'd go for Cat's Cradle, and Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
I was thinking about why I like him in the bath this morning, while reading some Basil Boothroyd (a writer who I think is now largely forgotten, who specialised in a kind of elegant Wodehousian description of domestic mishap).
It's the rhythm of the prose and the gaps for you to fill, I think- a mastery of editing, suggestion and construction, as American as Basil Boothroyd was English, he created a voice and you trusted it.
You shouldn't really read in the bath, you know. I only do it because it's nice.