“There are two kinds of travelers. There is the kind
who goes to see what there is to see, and the kind who has an image in his head
and goes out to accomplish it. The first visitor has an easier time, but I think the second visitor
sees more... My head was filled with pictures of Paris, mostly
black and white, and I wanted to be in them."
-Adam Gopnik, Paris to the Moon
Most people, I'd guess,
have a strong desire to be part of something bigger than themselves, to have
some small role in a larger scene. The above passage, from Paris to the Moon, gets at that idea. This paragraph stuck out to me because that desire
to go and find an idealized vision of a place, and to try and melt into that
vision, is something I've felt before.
Especially when living abroad long-term, there's a need to move from
superficial experiences of the visitor towards everyday activities of the local.
Certain foreign cities, maybe Paris more
than any other, enjoy a status in America's collective
consciousness. By the time your average
American is twelve or thirteen years old, they've likely seen Midnight in Paris or Ratatouille.
Many American adults can
list a few destinations in the city, but more importantly, they can recite some
quintessential "Paris experiences."
In Paris, you should buy a baguette, brie and wine and enjoy in a park
with your significant other, for
example. And to go and do that,
to pretend for a few hours that you're a part of a scene inside all the movies and books and songs is, according
to Gopnik, harder but better than just
walking around the Louvre.
What really struck me when I read this is how
little it applies to a place like
China. I would say that, for most
Americans, no place in China has these
kinds of experiences attached to them.
But the
problem isn't just that a picture of a "quintessential China experience" is at best hazy for
most Americans. The whole idea that you
could discreetly float yourself into that kind of vision, as Gopnik seems to
want to do in Paris, just doesn't work as a white American in China,
mostly because of race. Gopnik
wants to be in those photos of Paris, to become a local in his own eyes and,
maybe more importantly, judged as a
local by Parisians.
But for a white person to insert themselves into scenes of authentic,
everyday Chinese life would be a
little ridiculous. It would totally
change the focus of those
experiences. I think a natural reaction
a Chinese observer might have to that
kind of situation would be to wonder what that foreigner was doing in an otherwise authentically Chinese scene, and to maybe conclude
that, bless their heart, they were trying to learn about local culture.
To a certain extent though, that doesn't stop
us from trying. I enjoy having the same
kinds of everyday experiences that Chinese people have. Often I find that these very mundane social rituals are the most rewarding experiences I have in China. The
feeling of emerging from a China Unicom office after buying a new SIM card, or deciding
not to take the easy path of riding a taxi and instead using the Baidu Maps application to take public transport, or walking through a maze of pathways in
an electronics market to find a second-hand iPhone. Of course, the point of doing these things
isn't to feel part of everyday life in China.
But these kinds episodes do bring a feeling of accomplishment and
belonging. Even so, all throughout these mundane experiences are reminders of your
otherness; a child's non-stop, open-mouthed staring on the bus, a telecom
company agent's casual questions, "Where are you from? How long have you been here?"
It
can be difficult figuring out what authentic is here, let alone acting
it out. I've realized that, sometimes,
locals will change the way they act around foreigners. When I first thought about this, it reminded
me of Heisenberg's uncertainty principle in physics, the idea that
by observing a particle you could change something about it. In the same way, a Chinese person (particle) might alter something they
say or do around a foreigner
(observer), simply because they're being watched by someone with a very different background. And this is completely understandable;
it makes sense that a Chinese
person, when discussing politics, would
say different things to fellow citizens than to a Westerner. Or that a Chinese person may not expect a foreigner to know conventions
for pouring tea at a meal, and instead of explaining, might just say to hell
with convention. This "China uncertainty
principle" makes it harder to figure out which experiences are authentic, and which ones are being adjusted to Western sensibilities.
I think that as China liberalizes and develops, more
foreigners may begin to come here and, difficult as it is to imagine now,
become more integrated into society. Right now, it seems to me that the only place in China
where Westerners might be able
to have a sense that we could be a
natural part of a snapshot of everyday life is super-modern Shanghai. But, as some Chinese people are quick to
assert, Shànghái bú shì zhēnzhèng de Zhōngguó
le, Shanghai isn’t really China anymore.
The implication is that, as a foreigner in China, you can't just mesh into Chinese society and
culture. Instead, your own culture acts
as a diluting agent. The more foreigners
and foreign influence, the less "Chinese" a place is, AKA the Shanghai
story. No matter how much you
know about the country, its
language, history, culture, politics, no matter how many close Chinese friends
you may have, you can never be part of it, just apart from
it.
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