Life’s Joys: Goodness, Beauty, Truth . . . and the Molar

Alice Calaprice, Daniel Kennefick, & Robert Schulmann, “An Einstein Encyclopedia,” Princeton University Press. www.press.princeton.edu.It’s the 100th anniversary of Einstein’s theory of relativity and that is occasion enough for another...

Notes for a New Generation

Christy Wampole, “The Other Serious: Essays for the New American Generation,” HarperCollins Publishers. www.harpercollins.com.‘A good essay,” writes Princeton assistant professor of French Christy Wampole, “asks the reader to continue...

Frank Stella – A Retrospective at the Whitney Museum of American Art

Frank Stella was born in 1936 into a family of first generation Italian immigrants in Massachusetts. His father was a gynecologist who also took a craftsman-like pride in painting...

In the Galleries

Dot Bunn, “Essence of Light.” Caffe Galleria, 23 North Union Street, Lambertville. Curated by Jane Wesby and Edward Dumchus of River Queen Artisans Gallery in Lambertville. Through Tuesday, January...

Paintings and Partners

In what has been described as “one of the most significant purchases” in the Princeton University Art Museum’s modern history, Ship in Fog by Luminist master Fitz Henry Lane...

In Quest of the Perfect Company

Like many people with retirement accounts, Glenn Paul wondered if he could outperform the averages. After 2008 he developed the idea of the “perfect company” and scanned for investment...

Fiction: Another Christmas Eve

9-1-1 - what’s your emergency?”“Hello? Is this 9-1-1?”“Yes, ma’am, this is 9-1-1. What is your emergency?”“Well, it’s not my emergency, but I think it might be somethin’ serious.”“Okay -...

Writer at Work

The huge elm lay on its side in front of my house like a capsized ship. It was still alive, still breathing, saturated with enough water to last maybe...

Editor’s Note: Genesis Fall Issue

From the Editor: Like the past two issues of Genesis, this fall edition came together through a little planning and preparation, and a lot of good luck.Our friends at...

Poem: The War Watcher

No memories of mortar rounds explode in my nightmares, waking me screaming. The prickly-neck sense of ambush has never crawled my skin, making me refuse to enter a bar...