Having read in the past two of his essay collections, I'm finally reading some of David Foster Wallace's fiction. Most of the way through The Broom of the System, and while I'm enjoying it, I have to say I'm not as pleased as I'd hoped to be. It can be a lot of fun, but the heavy reliance on dialogue is a bit grating, as are some of the scenarios. I also can't shake the thought that the characters in the book are often entirely misreading Wittgenstein, but whatever. All in all, I'd rather be reading Donald Barthelme, but there is a lot of good in this book, and I'm hoping by the end my take on it will have improved. Definitely reads like a book written by a young person though, so I'll be interested to read some of his other fiction.
Also halfway through Hilary Mantel's Vacant Possession. It's really rather good, as I'd expect of Mantel, who I think has one of the most consistent bodies of work in contemporary literature. It doesn't hit the highs of Fludd or An Experiment in Love but still, excellent.
Beyond that, mostly reading poetry. Robert Bringhurst, Robert Duncan, Robin Blaser, Karen Solie, H.D., Charles Olson, and Jonathan Williams, mainly. All very, very good.