“At dinner with the aspiring public intellectual and her ‘cabal’”: this fawning, gushing New York Times article about Solveig Gold, a Princeton alum, and Joshua Katz, her Princeton professor-now-husband, makes me come close to wanting to cancel my subscription.
An excerpt:
As her guests were about to arrive, Ms. Gold changed from a plain blue summer shift into a more glamorous cinched-waist yellow dress, drawing an approving smile from her husband, who was wearing a pink linen shirt.The background: Katz asserts that he was fired from Princeton for his political views, a victim of the culture wars. It’s a witch hunt, his lawyer says. An alternative explanation: he was fired for reasons made clear in these two articles (two of many) from The Daily Princetonian : 1, 2.
She set the long rectangular table in the grass precisely, with a Wedgewood-blue and white tablecloth, cloth napkins tied up in yellow ribbons, place cards inked in a neat cursive hand and melamine dishes in a Provençal design.
My take: if you sleep with your students, if you discourage one of them from seeking mental health treatment, and if you pressure her not to cooperate with an investigation into your actions, you should not expect to hold onto your job. You can have nice dinner parties instead and have the Times send someone down to cover them and write about your wife, who was another one of your students. Barf.
[I must point out: the place cards are for a table seating just six people.]