Sixty years ago, James Levin, a liberated Jew from the New Jersey Suburbs, met up by accident at a Fraternity Party with Suzanne Fisher, a Jewish girl from Brooklyn whom, generally, he would have looked down upon. A junior, he had just transferred his interests in Einstein and nuclear physics to Nietzsche, Joyce, and classical music while she-a totally unknown Freshman-was just being rushed by several Jewish Sororities (they had such things in those...