When my friends in the Netherlands recently told me about their delicious holiday feasts featuring venison and wild rabbit, I thought: “why not here?” Although I am a self-aspiring vegetarian, I am still nostalgic for the wild game we served at home. It should not too hard to find some good venison around here to eat, should it?
Rising Tide conference: What Can We Learn from the Dutch and their Relationship with Water
Moderated by Landon Jones
Montclair State University
October 19, 2015
I have come to see a manuscript at the Princeton University Library. But asking to see this particular manuscript is like asking to see the Ark of the Covenant. I need to make a prior appointment, produce two photo IDs, register for a special library card and sign a sheaf of legal disclaimers. I will not handle, copy, reproduce, photograph — and most especially, will not quote directly.
Americans like to think of Christmas as a scene from It’s a Wonderful Life, which runs comfortably nonstop on TV through the holidays. But for some the everyday reality is more like the baby in front of me, wrapped in a crocheted blanket in a plastic bassinet in the nursery of a homeless shelter I am visiting today.
This fall marks the 100th anniversary of Albert Einstein’s theory of general relativity. Amid all the celebrations and conferences about one of the greatest intellectual feats of the human mind, it is easy to forget about the real person who actually did it. But if you live in Princeton, and his piano is in your living room, he is always present.
This month marks the 100th anniversary of Albert Einstein’s theory of general relativity. Amid all the celebrations and conferences, it is easy to forget about the real human being who actually did it. But if you live in Princeton, and his piano is in your living room, he is always present.
It’s a fine autumn day, as crisp as an apple. Dry leaves scuttle across the road as I drive out of Princeton. A half-hour later I am in the hills of the Sourland Mountains. A mist hangs over the fields; suddenly a rainstorm erupts. Then I see, in the middle of the road, a young woman standing in a pink bikini top and running shorts, her face turned up into the falling rain. I jerk the wheel just in time to avoid her.
A short story by Pia de Jong
The Antioch Review