I met Doran Ross during my first year of graduate school. I had been enrolled in a graduate class that researched and wrote chapters for the publication that accompanied the exhibition The Eloquent Dead: Ancestral Sculpture of Indonesia and Southeast Asia (1985). I do not know why I, of all the students in the class, was the one asked to work on the exhibition for what was then the Museum of Cultural History in the basement of Haines Hall. I do remember walking into Doran's office and being confronted with a large quiet man— at least that was my initial impression. He was definitely big but I was to find that he was not always quiet. He did not say much to me in that first meeting other than to explain what he wanted me to do and to escort me out the back door of his office into the...

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