China Witness: Voices From a Silent Generation, by Xinran

One of the few florists in Shanghai that doesn’t make bouquets out of dozens of small blue teddy bears lies in a small lane off Wukang Lu. As the sole employee prepared flowers for me one night recently I struck up a conversation with her boyfriend.

He was a student and hoped to marry the florist (who shook her head demurely at the idea) in a year or two when he graduated. He was young and ambitious and caught me altogether off guard when he said, “I think you have a better life than us.”

It would have been disingenuous to argue the point yet it’s a strange thing to consider. How do you weigh your lived life against the vague imaginings of another’s?

Xinran Xue attempts a similarly fraught comparison in her latest book, China Witness: Voices From a Silent Generation. Which generation living in China today has had it best, and which has lived the worthiest lives?

Xinran puts these questions, among others, to 17 members of the generation of grandparents living in contemporary China, a group who have lived under a staggering range of social conditions. Many were born before the Japanese invaded in WWII, saw China ‘liberated’ by the Communist Party, endured the paranoia and destruction of the Cultural Revolution and, more recently, have seen their children and grandchildren embrace the admonition attributed to Deng Xiaoping, “to get rich is glorious.”

As young adults, many of the interviewees endured hardships that read like the unhappy beginnings of fairy tales. An acrobat named Yishujia, whose skills included juggling umbrellas with her feet, was so poor growing up that her family “couldn’t even afford soap, you had to wash clothes with a fistful of salt.” When attempts were made to populate China’s icy North West, Sun, one of the region’s first teachers, tells of sitting on her long plaits in the classroom to keep out the cold of her mud-clod chair.

Despite the deprivation and hardships they faced, most recall their youth with fondness and pride. Mrs You, one of China’s first oil prospectors, remembers working in the cold until her socks stuck to her skin and couldn’t be removed. Nevertheless, she says:

I feel a real nostalgia for our enthusiasm and cheerfulness under those conditions: we used to … start up a song on one mountain, and they’d pick up the tune on the next mountain.

Several claim their early efforts have given them boundless energy ever since and lament the failure of younger generations to display the same work ethic. The former acrobat shows Xinran some family pictures. “My son isn’t as handsome as his father. Can you see? He doesn’t have his father’s spirit … The child doesn’t have the spirit we did!”

Likewise, some prefer the social systems that were in place back in their day. Under Mao there was “not so much of a gap between rich and poor.” Also, they say, people were either too tired (before the Communist Revolution) or too frightened (during it) to commit crimes. In contrast, “a lot of people are sick with rage at the empty boasting, bribery and corruption we see nowadays.” While it’s difficult for Xinran to stomach, some tell her that “Mao did a better job.”

Xinran began her journalism career when a Communist Party transmitter used to muddy the reception of foreign radio shows was converted into a working Chinese radio station. She was chosen to host a late night radio show called “Words on the Night Breeze”, which formed the foundation of her first book, The Good Women of China.

Having thus honed her skills, Xinran approaches the interviews in China Witness like an expert interrogator, outlining her techniques for tackling her subjects’ caution and modesty. She doggedly pursues emotional responses, and one topic in particular consistently yields results. Tears fall almost reliably when Xinran raises the subject of her interviewees’ relationships with their children.

Like many Chinese now in their middle age, Mrs You’s kids were raised by their grandparents – concerns for family were seen as “petty bourgeois”, and the good of the country came first. Furthermore, her children were denied schooling when their father was ‘struggled against’ and imprisoned for having received training in the Soviet Union. “I want to make it up to them,” she says, “…and I don’t know if they’re grateful for what I’ve given up.”

There’s more to China Witness than this weighing of a generation’s merits and misdeeds. The book covers mammoth geographical and thematic ground. Xinran talks to a street-side shoe mender with two children in graduate school. She meets a retired prostitute from Nanjing who mocks current contraceptive methods, having put herbs in her clothes and burnt incense while bathing to stave off pregnancy. A man named Wu tells her how he became a professional news singer, and so on.

But again and again Xinran’s attempt to record the histories of a generation of Chinese hints at her need to understand her personal past. She doesn’t write about it in China witness, but Xinran didn’t meet her mother until she was five years old and when she did she called her “Ayi”, Auntie. Two weeks later, during the Cultural Revolution, her parents were arrested and imprisoned for 15 years. Thinking back on interviews with older Chinese who missed out on relationships with their children Xinran writes, “How many times have I dreamed that I was small again and my parents were making a fuss of their little girl…?”

China Witness is a sprawling collection of lives packed with historical curiosities. It’s also an ambitious, heartfelt attempt to better know the older generation as a means to celebrate their triumphs in tumultuous times and, where necessary, to forgive them.