{"id":5377,"date":"2009-03-27T16:40:15","date_gmt":"2009-03-27T08:40:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danwei.webfactional.com\/?p=5377"},"modified":"2009-03-27T16:40:15","modified_gmt":"2009-03-27T08:40:15","slug":"zachary_mexicos_china_undergro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/laodanwei.org\/wp\/china-books\/zachary_mexicos_china_undergro.php","title":{"rendered":"Zachary Mexico’s China Underground<\/i>"},"content":{"rendered":"
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China Underground<\/i><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Zachary Mexico<\/b> (Mexico is a pseudonym) plays in a band, and makes videos for Current TV<\/a>. He wrote a book, called China Underground<\/i><\/a>, depicting his experiences of Chinese youth culture.<\/p>\n

Mexico participated in the International Bookworm Literary Festival, which has just ended here in the cities of Beijing, Suzhou, Shanghai and Chengdu.<\/p>\n

From the preface of Mexico’s China Underground<\/i> (Soft Skull Press):<\/p>\n

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While most journalists were focusing on these kinds of macro-level, socio-economic situations, others, most notably the sublime New Yorker<\/i> correspondent Peter Hessler, were publishing narratives about their own experiences in today\u2019s China. But I wanted to read something different. I wanted to read about the crazy people I\u2019d met in China and the even crazier people they\u2019d introduced me to. I wanted to read about the streets that hum with the energy of constant change, and how that change affects the young Chinese of my generation.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Scott Sykes interviewed Mexico about the book for his blog 36PR<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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So Mexico wrote his own book. Whilst not claiming that it’s anything new, it did mean that Mexico could stop waiting for what he really wanted to read. Here’s a taster:<\/p>\n

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Chaper I: The Peasant Who Likes to Take Pictures; excerpt<\/h3>\n

by Zachary Mexico<\/p><\/div>\n

After just a few weeks of study and meditation at the monastery, Maohair shaved his head and dressed in monk\u2019s robes. He had made his decision: he was going to pursue a monastic life. First, though, he had to travel back to his village to get the blessing of his parents.<\/p>\n

Back home, his father was irate. Buddhism was okay, it was sanctioned by the Communist Party and everything, but a monk was even lower in social status than a peasant! Monks made even less money than peasants! They had to beg for their food! No way are you becoming a monk, said his father, and Maohair reluctantly listened.<\/p>\n


\nMaohair wanted to become a monk to seek intellectual and spiritual ful\ufb01llment. But now that he had reluctantly agreed not to return to the monastery, he couldn\u2019t stay in his village: there was nothing to do there except get pressured by his parents. He decided to travel south to Beijing, China\u2019s political and cultural capital, and expand his mind in a different way.<\/p>\n

He had no friends in Beijing, and he rode the train still wearing monk\u2019s robes, carrying only a small bag containing his camera and a few books. When he got to the city, it blew<\/p>\n

his mind: enormous wide avenues, giant skyscrapers jutting into the sky, and people walking down the streets so fast it was almost as if they were running.<\/p>\n

During his \ufb01rst few days in Beijing, Maohair wandered around the city, sleeping in empty stairwells at night. He couldn\u2019t believe how big the place was, and how expensive; he had a few hundred yuan in his pocket left over from his wedding photographer days, and his father had slipped him some money before he left, but he needed to \ufb01nd some work and a place to live.<\/p>\n

He exchanged his monk\u2019s out\ufb01t for a T-shirt and jeans he bought at a secondhand market and found a hostel where a dormitory bed was only 8 yuan ($1) a night. \u201cIt was at that hostel,\u201d Maohair remembers, \u201cwhere I truly began to learn new things. The place was full of rock musicians, wandering artists, and wandering writers. Guys who played guitar in the subway to make money. That is where I learned about life.\u201d<\/p>\n

At night, these bohemians would sit in the courtyard out- side the hostel, eating peanuts and drinking Beijing\u2019s infamous and dirt-cheap erguotou<\/i> rice wine from a communal bowl.<\/p>\n

They would stay outside, drinking and swapping stories, until the sun was about to come up and then they\u2019d all go inside to the huge dormitory and try to fall asleep amid the cacophony of their roommates\u2019 drunken snoring.<\/p>\n

Maohair enrolled at a cheap private arts school taught by moonlighting teachers from the famous Qinghua University Institute of Media Studies, near Beijing\u2019s China World Trade<\/p>\n

Center. A couple of China\u2019s most famous photography teachers were Qinghua faculty, and they would teach at this private arts school to make extra money on the side.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t have enough money to go to the actual Qinghua but, he reasoned, the teachers were the same, and that was good enough for him. He would sneak into Qinghua University lectures, and students soon began to recognize him and even make small talk after class; they thought he was a classmate of theirs even though he hadn\u2019t paid Qinghua a cent. \u201cI studied at Qinghua University,\u201d remembers Maohair with a grin, \u201cbut I was never a student there.\u201d<\/p>\n

In order to make money to pay for the tuition at the private school, Maohair worked a variety of odd jobs. First, he handed out cards advertising travel agencies on the street for<\/p>\n

ten yuan ($1.20) a day. Once he\u2019d saved up a little capital, he set up a small fried tofu<\/i> stand, making sure to keep far away from neighborhoods where people he knew from school might see him. When such work was available, he joined other artists from the hostel as an extra on movie sets. The pay wasn\u2019t bad, and he didn\u2019t really have to do anything except sit still. Every night, no matter where he worked during the day, Maohair headed back to the hostel to hang out with his new friends, bullshitting and drinking until the sun came up in the hazy Beijing sky.<\/p>\n

One day when he went to work as an extra, Maohair brought his camera along. He took pictures of the other extras, dressed up in their costumes, smoking cigarettes, talking on their cell phones, and adjusting their makeup.<\/p>\n

He posted the photographs on the Internet, and soon enough they were picked up by a number of magazines and newspapers. Maohair realized that it might be possible for<\/p>\n

him to make a living as a photographer, again. One of his teachers saw his pictures, and encouraged him to enter a photojournalism contest, where he was awarded \ufb01rst prize. \u201cEven though I didn\u2019t go to college, my pictures were better than the pictures of those who had graduated,\u201d the ever-con\ufb01dent Maohair recalls.<\/p>\n

He adds, pointedly, \u201cMaybe it was because I didn\u2019t go to college that they were better!\u201d<\/p>\n

Maohair decided that he was going to become a photojournalist. He said goodbye to his friends at the hostel and took the train north, returning home to Liaoning for a visit with his parents. After a few days at home, he walked into the of\ufb01ces of The Morning News<\/i> in Shenyang and demanded a job. The boss looked at his portfolio and hired him on the spot at a princely salary of 3,000 yuan a month, twice as much as his parents made in a year.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Zachary Mexico (pseudonym) is author of China Underground, published by Soft Skull Press. About “the crazy people I’d met in China and the even crazier people they’d introduced me to” \uff0d Danwei excerpts.<\/p>\n

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