I just read The Fourth State of Matter by Jo Ann Beard for my nonfiction creative writing class. It is extremely good. Extremely. I hope to write like this someday, though I hope never to have an experience like this to write about. This was a personal history piece published in The New Yorker. My only complaint is that I want to know more. I don’t want it to end. I need a sequel in which we find out what happens with the two biggest unresolved issues (I won’t name for fear of spoiling something).
If you’re interested in good writing, read this. But I warn you, I nearly cried. Had I read it on a different day, I would have cried. Such good writing. So real. This is the kind of stuff that reassures me that yeah, I really do want to do this.