A couple of enthusiastic reviews here:
I just finished John McPhee's tome on geology titled "Annals of the Former World." He took over twenty years to write this material, over which time he worked with a handful of leading geologists, doing multiple field trips with them, etc. McPhee was a writer for the New Yorker (I think), and wrote on a wide range of topics. He was formally trained in English Literature or something like that, and in this book he's as concerned about the geologist with whom he is working as he is the geology. Through this book, you can see how scientific senses of things meet with the comportment/faculties of the geologist with his "nose on the crop." Fantastic descriptions throughout.
Otherwise, I've been reading as much W.G. Sebald as possible. I've never read anything like this guy; most people have a hard time putting him in a category. It's a melange of well-researched history, speculative fiction, and memoir. He has these long paragraphs that drift from one sense to another, at surprisingly different scales and intensities, across the literary equivalent of an alluvial fan. It's hard to describe. He's definitely committed to an open-ended psychology, and the necessity of movement (bodies are always moving and feeling... feeling as they move...). He opens up himself in every piece he writes, and you get a clear sense of how the act of writing itself has changed his sense of himself, and thus, his psychology. I'd suggest THE EMIGRANTS and THE RINGS OF SATURN, in particular.