30-second recommendation

The January issue of Harper's is really bringing it: The "Readings" section alone has excerpts by Charles Bernstein, Diane Williams, Susan Sontag, poems by John Ashbery and Rae Armantrout (AND two visual poems), George Saunders and Don DeLillo on David Foster Wallace, etc. There's also sex-themed "Findings" ("Roosters that have had sex recently make more noise at dawn") and a rather Big Lebowski-esque short story by Heidi Julavits:

      "How appropriate," I said. "And what if a man asks you to kill another man just because he thinks he's an asshole?"
      "It's not my job to evaluate motive," he said.
      "You'll just kill anyone," I said.
      "Not anyone," he said cryptically. "But let me ask you. Would it be so terrible if an asshole died? Think of how little sense it makes when generous, lovely people die. But when an asshole dies, we think, well, hmmmm. An asshole is dead."
      Our conversation lagged.

How does the New Yorker sleep at night knowing Harper's exists?

The January Lucky, on the other hand, though usually dependable airplane "reading," kind of sucked. I blame the economy.