The Huffington Post book section asked me why Portnoy's Complaint endures. My answer is here and below: faithful readers of the excerpt in the Chronicle of Higher Education will notice some familiar things.
So galvanic [explains Portnoy] is the effect of cotton panties against my mouth--so galvanic is the word "panties"--that the trajectory of my ejaculation reaches startling new heights... I begin a scrupulous search of the shower curtain, the tub, the tile floor, the four toothbrushes--God forbid!--and just as I am about to unlock the door, imagining I have covered my tracks, my heart lurches at the sight of what is hanging like snot to the toe of my shoe. I am the Raskolnikov of jerking off . . .