摘要：When we were invited to apply for the editorship of Cultural Anthropology five and a half years ago, we had to step back and think long and hard. The speed-up of our jobs already felt excessive. And the invitation came at a time when we were spending a sabbatical year in Morocco under the balm of the Mediterranean sun. During daily walks in the kasbah of Tangier, we kept asking ourselves, Should we do this, and if so, whatever for, and with what vision for the journal? This we would debate, then go for sardines by the port.
