Philadelphia is the city of brotherly love. Or that's what it's called. Having just returned from a wonderful Slavic conference weekend, I can at least push the sisterhood. I cannot imagine how many conferences I have attended, and even in Philadelphia, and even at that same Center City Marriott. At one under-attended panel Friday, I was recalling a section I organized on Chernyshevsky (ten years ago? twenty?) for which a colleague from Moscow flew in specially. There were five of us on the panel and one in the audience. With forty simultaneous panels in any one time slot, it's inevitable that not every panel garners a crowd. But when I looked across a different room this weekend and caught the eye of a beloved colleague, Anne, who had been on that ill-fated Chernyshevsky panel, it came home to me: Philadelphia is the city of sisterly love. Anne is much more of a film scholar than a Chernyshevsky scholar (though her book that uses Nikolai Gavrilovich as a stepping off poi...
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