Iran
I have this bizarre fascination with Iran. (Yeah, I know.) It's just that one day I found myself with nothing to do (you can tell this was a while ago) and with an issue of Granta (the literary journal) available, and there was a substantial non-fiction piece on Iran, and I completely got into it. Now I'm miserable at following current events but usually the first piece I'll read, if any, in the International section is whatever is on Iran -- these days, usually something to do with their disputes with whatever-the-nuclear-commission's-acronym is, I always forget. Anyways in an indulgent moment this weekend, celebrating my liberation from some recent work obligations, I bought some non-psychology reading material, namely, the New York Review of Books, which I love in spite of any pretentiousness you might attach to it. I found none other than some recent coverage on Iran by Timothy Garton Ash. See it here: Soldiers of the Hidden Imam