Nassau Weekly

Arts

  • Extremely Literary and Incredibly Alumni

    Extremely Literary and Incredibly Alumni

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    About ten days ago, the Nassau Weekly’s editor in chief Jacob Savage interviewed (via telephone) Princeton’s most recent wunderkind, Jonathan Safran Foer ’99, author of the critically acclaimed best-seller Everything is Illuminated, and the recently published Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.

  • Two Fictions

    Two Fictions

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    MONOLOGUE FOR A NERVOUS GIRL IN A WHITE BIRTHDAY CAKE DRESS AND SHINY LEATHER PUMPS (A deep breath and then go) Okay so this one time I was eating dinner with a friend at a food center in Singapore and we were talking about our usual high-falutin’ topics in the tropics like shopping and art…

  • Mahmoud et Ariel

    Mahmoud et Ariel

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    “Mr. President, they’re ready to see you now.” “Give me just another minute. I’m almost done.” In an otherwise pristine Oval Office, the President’s desk was littered with unread daily briefs, crayon drawings, baseball cards, and candy wrappers. He had been working very hard on two top-secret letters for the past several hours and was…

  • Going Away

    Going Away

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    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

    Bicentennial Brother

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    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

    In Your Absence, the Magnolia Outside My Window

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    A week ago, their buds held tight: points poked from shells…

  • Ribe, Morning After Rain

    Ribe, Morning After Rain

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    Paths puddled with still water, grass shellacked, peristaltic stretch of slugs to inch along…

  • Your Twenty-Second Birthday

    Your Twenty-Second Birthday

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    Today is your birthday. You are twenty-two years old and unsure what you want to do with your life.

  • Quaker Motes

    Quaker Motes

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    “That child is getting a synagogue confirmation as sure as I’m standing here,” Joe told his wife.

  • Portraits of My Father

    Portraits of My Father

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    He no longer sleeps in the bed they shared. He did for a little while, which surprised me. I would have thought her absence would have been the most palpable there, but I suppose the imprint on her pillow was the nearest thing he had to a kiss goodbye.

  • A Mindy City

    A Mindy City

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    It has been two days since we declared war on the relationship between Joe and his girlfriend, and the battle is going well.

  • Healthy

    Healthy

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    First thing I do when I come home from work every evening is get on the old University cast-off PC and see how my symptoms are doing; listen to my body. I got a little headache some days, a little cold others.