This is the media I am currently offering to my ever-ravenous imagination.
The Magicians by Lev Grossman
Alas, no poetry at present, save for what passes through the pages of the New Yorker. Got any good suggestions?
Currently reading The Seven Storey Mountain by Thomas Merton.
Still a huge fan of The New Yorker. Ironically (or at least I find it ironic) I read the fiction infrequently (mostly because a lot of the stories range from uninspired to awful...but that's probably fodder for another blog entry). The reportage, though, is unparalleled, and the recent entries from John McPhee on the art of writing are phenomenal.
Yes, I'm a geek. Somewhere in the early 00s, either because a lot of the talent was moving to more mainstream titles for DC and/or Marvel, or I've reverted back to my adolescence (I'm sure I can guess what the consensus opinion is), I have been reading more of the superhero titles. The one exception is Carey and Gross's Unwritten. Jonathan Hickman is my recently discovered/new favorite comic book writer, so I'm following his work on the various Avengers titles. I'm still enamored of the form, and I'm probably too old at this point to outgrow my interest in it.