By Ross Perlin, March 13, 2008
In the age of networks, the diaspora claims a few last-minute triumphs. Meeting Olga Borovaya was one of these.
Then a student at a large California university, I had worked all the standard part-time jobs: scrubbing cafeteria floors, researching trivia for a professor obsessed with arcane psychological disorders, contributing anonymously to a third-rate encyclopedia on the Balkans. I was ready to give up and accept penury, when a friend told me I should try being a reader.