Everybody I've talked to about this Weingarten piece has pretty much the same response:
impressed, inspired — but also terrified, that I'll never do something that good.
There are a folderfull of stories that spark that same feeling — a feeling not much different from staring at the stars on a dark night.
Von Drehle on Nixon. Maraniss after Sept. 11. Stuever on 9 o'clock. Death of a Racehorse.
Years after that last one, W.C. Heinz told Gare Joyce: "If young writers appreciate my work now, that's a positive," he told me. "I hope they learn something about writing."
Maybe that's why these hit me like they do. They make me want desperately to be better.
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