Protected: Crossing Borders to Do Fieldwork: Towards an Honest Conversation
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From Dhaka to Oklahoma: Researching at a Distance
26 September 2025 Aishwarya Ahmed Swarming through a sea of celebrating people at a snail’s pace, we were greeted by strangers banging on the car’s window, shouting the celebratory greetings “Eid Mubarak” and “Happy Independence Day”. It was August 5th, 2024, the day Bangladesh’s authoritarian government fell, and caught between the celebration and chaos on…
(Un)knowing the Sea
17 August 2025 Indu Poornima I thought I knew the sea … The sea disciplines itself into a rhythmic tranquillity, insisting that I let go of the unforgiving cacophony in my head. Occasionally, it would send lost belongings, floating on its waters, for me to find. I kept some — they claimed space in the…
What is Lost Still Follows You
Challenging borders from a pair of pedals: Ethnographic insights of the bicycle riding migrant diaspora in Chiapas, Mexico
13 January 2025 Rogelio Ramos Torres On the road A misty moon shines at midnight over a rushing crowd in a sports park on the coast of Chiapas, Mexico. More than three thousand people, members of one of the last caravans that for some years have been crossing the country heading north, are preparing their…
Of Marital Rape, or “What do they do when they can’t find a body?”
11 October 2024 Urmi Bhattacheryya What follows is a piece of fiction, written for a PhD-level seminar called “Feminist Media Studies” at the University of Colorado, Boulder, instructed by Dr Michela Ardizzoni. However, what it also is, is a pastiche of life experiences and voices that have been articulated to me, over and over again,…
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‘Bearing Witness’ in the Field
28 August 2024 Shahdab Perumal The sun is merciless in April. I mostly stay at home and spend time with my mother Salma. In some ways, the privilege of doing fieldwork in my village is that it blurs the distinction between home and field. My conversation with my mother blurs that distinction further. Our conversations…
Fielding the Familiar: Reflections on Researching the Hometown
What “degrees of familiarity” can expand or limit fieldwork for an ethnographer based in the Global South? Or to put it more simply, who can afford to be familiar or distant?
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Ethnographic Marginalia 