Describing a journey across China to Burma, this vivid and precise account follows Australian-born foreign correspondent George Morrison on his travels beginning in 1894. Dressed in Chinese garb and engaging guides and servants as needed, Morrison traveled by riverboat, sedan chair, mule, pony, and, mostly, on foot. A gripping adventure tale, this recollection offers an early foreign description of the Chinese interior.
Not everyone’s cup of tea but I was doing some research about this period in Chinese history and George Morrison was there and writing for The London Times from Peking. If you don’t know anything about this man make the effort, he was quite the adventurer, almost superhuman observant, smart, and eloquent.
This book is just a sliver of his story and I was expecting a dull read. But it wasn’t. At all. Written in 1894 it provides a fascinating insight into a pre-industrial China exploited and indoctrinated by foreigners and on the verge of biting back.
An informative account of life in China during the turn of the 20th century by a Times reporter. Even though highly educated as a medical doctor who achieved amazing feats of endurance walking great distances he is unable to reach the essence of what it means to be Chinese. Despite the fact that he resided in China for years he never bothered to learn the language. This reflects his feelings of superiority as a British subject and greatly limits his understanding and perception.
After reading a couple of travels across China written by women, it was interesting to read a similar story from a man's perspective. Morrison is no less astute, but definitely has a man's take on things. He traveled across before either Mrs. Bird or Ms. Kendall, but his experience was very similar. He found the Chinese to be very hard-working and, for the most part, accepting of him, only facing cries of "foreign devil" on a couple of occasions. Very readable and interesting look at China at the end of the 19th century.