Is There Something Jewish About Genius?

By JOSH LAMBERT

THE DIALOGUES OF TIME AND ENTROPY
By Aryeh Lev Stollman.
227 pages. Riverhead Books. $24.95.

Jews are known, among other things, for giving the world some incredible geniuses. From the paradigmatically white-haired and wild-eyed Albert Einstein to the great shapers of the twentieth century, Sigmund Freud and Karl Marx, Jews have again and again flipped the world of ideas on its head and become the objects of fascination for legions of normal people.

What would it be like to have the inspiration of a genius? Only a handful of humans will ever answer that question experientially, but the rest of us can contemplate the hints of modern genius strewn throughout Aryeh Lev Stollman's first collection of short fiction, The Dialogues of Time and Entropy.

Stollman, a neuroradiologist at the Mount Sinai Medical Center in Manhattan, is the author of two critically acclaimed novellas, The Far Euphrates and The Illuminated Soul. His spare prose, girded with religious and scientific terminology, keeps the reader at a distance: reading his novels often feels like overhearing a wistful song being sung behind a closed door. This enchanting sense of remove increases with the brevity of his stories, which were written before his novels and published in journals like Tikkun, Pakn Treger, and Story.

Stollman's protagonists here are composers, neuroanatomists, scriptural scholars, science fiction authors, and theoretical physicists; even when the narrators are children, they're talented science students or amateur poets. In a few cases, their work is described grandiosely, like the composer in "The Adornment of Days," who, lost in thought about the opera he is writing, "suddenly hears, in sweeping and glorious bitonal progressions—A major with F-sharp minor, E-flat major, and C minor—the whole host of heaven, singing before him." More often, though, they refer to their work matter-of-factly. The narrator of the title story remarks casually that in searching for the cure to a horrifying disease, polymerase dementia, he "mapped out the amino acid sequence and, more crucially, its cross-linkage and three-dimensional structure." Sure, no problem.

More troublesome for these brainy characters are the challenges of human relations. As readers, we expect geniuses to be alienated from their families and from the rest of us moderately intelligent people (see, for example, Rebecca Goldstein's novel The Mind-Body Problem and the movie Good Will Hunting). True to form, a pervasive sense of loneliness fills this book. Though he gets no more excited about deconstructing molecules than tying his shoelaces, the narrator of the title story can't connect with his wife, a physicist: "Ahuva was brilliant," he says, "but she made no sense to me." The composer to whom the "host of heaven" reveals itself so gloriously can only share intimacy with a nearly anonymous young man in one of Jerusalem's public parks. It's not easy being a genius.

The most compelling question about men and women of incomprehensible brilliance is, perhaps, how they got to be that way. Stollman's stories never attack this question head-on, but throughout the book creative and intellectual inspiration is often intriguingly conflated with spiritual enlightenment. The opera composer hears divinity in his work; the misunderstood physicist in the title story leaves her husband in Canada to join a religious settlement in the West Bank; a world-renowned painter in "The Creation of Anat" uses his neuroanatomist daughter as a model for Eve. These stories raise questions about the relationship between faith and genius the answers to which lie beyond the purview of fiction, but ultimately Stollman's work is refreshing for treating science, art, music, and religion with equal amounts of reverence and wonder.

While some contemporary Jewish writers treat the Orthodox as preciously exotic or hopelessly foreign, Stollman captures what the narrator of "If I Have Found Favor in Your Eyes," a secular teenager with a new set of Orthodox neighbors, calls the "enchantment brought about by the serenity and conviction" of religious Jews. The collection leaves one wondering whether this "serenity and conviction," or some other characteristic of the Jews, contributes to the development of intellectual virtuosos. In other words, is there something Jewish about genius?

To what degree is it relevant, for example, that Einstein, Freud, and Marx all came from more or less assimilated Jewish homes? Or, is this, and the fact that Jews have raked in about 215 Nobel Prizes, pure coincidence? Don't expect an answer from The Dialogues of Time and Entropy—just more fascinating questions about the nature of creativity and faith. Not quite a work of genius, it is nonetheless a haunting, enlightening, and powerful collection.