The Transatlantic Professor
“It’s hard to know what the Booker means in America. Americans aren’t eligible. Does that make them lose interest, or does it give the prize a mystique?” Alan Hollinghurst wondered aloud during an interview last week in his office at 185 Nassau.
It’s a Wonderful, G-Rated Life
During winter break, most students will have the opportunity to see a movie with their family. Oftentimes, “family movies” are catered exclusively to the youngest members of the family, and end up being boring for ADD Princeton students.
Nicollette Sheridan’s Dropped Towel Exposes Republicans
Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for the Republicans. I want to take this opportunity to congratulate them. President Bush’s moral watchdogs have struck again; another victory for censorship and cultural regression…
Going Away
I remember the most beautiful party I have ever attended. It was held in a loft up-town. It was night-time, when the streets are brighter than the buildings and the eye is drawn slowly down, and I could see the Columbia University Observatory…
Bicentennial Brother
David demarcated his territory on the waiting room chairs with assorted belongings: here a pencil, here a pair of sunglasses, here a pillow in a blue terrycloth sleeve…
In Your Absence, the Magnolia Outside My Window
A week ago, their buds held tight:
points poked from shells…
Ribe, Morning After Rain
Paths puddled with still water,
grass shellacked, peristaltic
stretch of slugs to inch along…
Your Twenty-Second Birthday
Today is your birthday. You are twenty-two years old and unsure what you want to do with your life.
Quaker Motes
“That child is getting a synagogue confirmation as sure as I’m standing here,” Joe told his wife.
Think Outside the Box or Die
The word on the Street is that Princeton academics are as bland as Beast, and Dean Malkiel is a woman on a mission to institute some major diversity.
Secretly Sexy
You know what I mean: it’s that je ne sais quoi that attracts you to someone, the little things you can’t put your finger on when you’re talking about the object of your affection with your friends.