Dorian Rolston is a freelance writer. He writes about mental life. His writing has appeared, among other places, online at The New Yorker, The Paris Review, The Atlantic, Columbia Journalism Review, and Scientific American Mind, and in print at Psychology Today, and Princeton Alumni Weekly. A collection is being curated at Byliner. In one of his recent feature stories, at MATTER, a Stanford University psychophysiologist leads a quixotic expedition into the dream world.
Dorian grew up in Toronto. He earned his B.A. in philosophy from Princeton University, where, but for injury, he intended to play varsity tennis. As a research fellow at Princeton’s Center for the Study of Religion, he traveled Japan interviewing expatriate Zen priests. His senior thesis, presented at the 2011 SUNY Brockport Annual Philosophy Conference, discussed theories of consciousness, among the most interesting of which may have been the opening line, a joke flubbed–about why the consciousness crossed the road, breaking through to the other side.
When not writing, Dorian may be teaching: tennis as a private coach, writing at the Johns Hopkins Center for Talented Youth, the fine art of impersonation to his two rabbits. Dorian is the namesake of Dorian Gray, but for reasons having to do less with the depravity of the protagonist (or so he is assured) than with the ring of the name itself–for reasons, in other words, of superficiality, of which Oscar Wilde would likely approve. Currently, Dorian and his wife, Karen Rolston, live in Cambridge, England.
Freely reach him here: doriansrolston[at]gmail[dot]com.