Easily one of the most frustrating books I've read, Something Happened is a lengthy monologue about life given by an assumedly prototypical middle-class, mid-range executive in late-60s/early 70s America. That the protagonist is one of the least sympathetic I've encountered can perhaps be attributed, in part, to the change in social mores; no one reading Something Happened today would be anything but appalled by Slocum's apparently joyless sex with pretty much any woman he encounters who's willing and young. Obviously, the distastefulness of Slocum's day-to-day existence, and his self-hatred, are part of the point, but the book is far, far too long and is crammed to the gills with long parenthetical meanderings that suggest that Heller's editor was afraid to touch the maestro's work for fear of inspiring another 13-year break between books. As to the ideas in Something Happened, none appear original from today's standpoint, and were arguably dated even when the book was first published; for example, Slocum's description of his workplace is straight out of William Whyte's Organization Man (which, unlike Something Happened, truly is worth reading). And instead of pushing the envelope on what a novel should be about, or how a protagonist's thoughts ought to be conveyed, Heller's choice of an endlessly digressive, self-centered protagonist is only annoying. After almost 200 pages I just wished Slocum would shut up already, and with no little satisfaction put this book aside. In the end, it is the endlessness, and pointlessness, of Slocum's monologue that finally dooms Something Happened; it could have profited from being chopped in half and then might have been worthwhile. But under no circumstances is this book worth the many hours of commitment it demands.