Last Christmas, my daughter gave us a subscription to The Paris Review. A modest print publication that arrives quarterly, it contains a mix of poetry, occasional interviews, fiction and non-fiction. The fiction is always amazing - a cool splash of water to the face. And the non-fiction ranges from very good to jaw-dropping.
I will admit, I did not have the greatest expectations for this at the beginning of the year. But I just got the renewal notice, and my immediate reaction was, Heck yeah!
Do yourself a favor and give this very-offline medium a try.