I can’t recommend “Into thin air” by John Krakauer enough. A true story written with naked emotion by someone who experienced the life altering disaster on Eve

I can’t recommend “Into thin air” by John Krakauer enough. A true story written with naked emotion by someone who experienced the life altering disaster on Everest. It’s all too relevant right now with another recent calamity on Everest. An excerpt from the opening words: “The Everest climb had rocked my life to its core, and it became desperately important for me to record the events in complete detail, unconstrained by a limited number of column inches. This book is the fruit of that compulsion... Several authors and editors I respect counseled me not to write the book as quickly as I did; they urged me to wait two or three years and put some distance between me and the expedition in order to gain some crucial perspective. Their advice was sound, but in the end I ignored it—mostly because what happened on the mountain was gnawing my guts out. I thought that writing the book might purge Everest from my life. It hasn’t, of course. Moreover, I agree that readers are often poorly served when an author writes as an act of catharsis, as I have done here. But I hoped something would be gained by spilling my soul in the calamity’s immediate aftermath, in the roil and torment of the moment. I wanted my account to have a raw, ruthless sort of honesty that seemed in danger of leaching away with the passage of time and the dissipation of anguish.“