South and West by Joan Didion probably shouldn't have been published. The very small book is only a collection of notes on two essays that she didn't finish in the 1970's. She traveled through the southern United States; she considered writing about Patty Hearst. It's unpolished and incohesive and admits lacking any overall theme.
And yet. It's a testament to Didion's brilliance--during her most fruitful writing period--that this detritus is better than almost anything I've read recently. She just drives around and talks to people and makes flash judgments, and it's all fantastic. I loved South and West. It was funny and poignant and astute. Her aborted essay notes (it occurs to me that "notes" is an underrated nonfiction genre) were a true pleasure to read, and nothing has so inspired me to begin writing again as this funny little book. May we long celebrate Joan Didion.