This is another illuminating travelogue from Guy Delisle, who was sent to Shenzhen in 1997 to work on an animated TV show. (As he explained in his book Pyongyang, a lot of animation work was being done in Asia.) Guy spent several months in the southeastern city, during which he felt lonely and isolated. He described Shenzhen as a modern city that is near Hong Kong, but it had few bilingual Chinese, and there wasn't a university or cafe for him to meet young people interested in the West.
Guy's drawings are in black and white, and this book was darker and more melancholy than his other graphic travelogues. He wrote that there were days he didn't speak a word to anyone, and his routine was so tedious that it felt like time was standing still. It was interesting that he referenced Dante's descent to Hell, and he put Shenzhen in the middle of the descent. Of course, this is his Western point of view, and he admits that for the Chinese, the big cities are desirable places to live compared to the country because they offer more job opportunities.
Guy did have one amusing exchange with a Canadian tourist in a bar. Guy, who is also Canadian, shares his opinions about Canada's cultural identity. He says the big problem is that no one knows where the northern border ends: "Hudson Bay? ... The Arctic Circle? ... After that, it's all ice. You can't even tell if there's ground underfoot! How can anyone expect to know where they're going in a country that has no north?" The scene ends with the poor tourist gaping open-mouthed at Guy, unsure how to respond to his rant.
There are several pages devoted to Guy's experiences going bicycling in Shenzhen. which is a popular mode of transport. He said he had to put away his culturally ingrained politeness when biking, because Chinese bicyclists ride close together and frequently cut in to any open space. In several breathless images, he describes riding in a large group of cyclists: "Before reaching the hotel, the street slopes gently for a half mile. You can let yourself go; nobody pedals. The visual effect is disturbing since we're all stationary but moving forward. I get the strange impression that the street itself is moving. It's like the world is spinning under our wheels without managing to pull us along."
Guy made an effort to take side trips to other cities in the region, and his favorite seemed to be a trip to Hong Kong, which he described as a "tropical New York." He was thrilled to speak English for a weekend, to visit cafes, record stores, bookshops and movie theaters. And then he was sad when he had to return to his lonely hotel room in Shenzhen, wishing it was easier to travel to Hong Kong more regularly.
During one sightseeing trip, he talks with his translator about places they'd like to visit. Guy realizes how much more freedom he has compared to his Chinese translator: "When I think that all I've got to do is buy a ticket. I can go where I like... We hardly ever stop to notice how amazingly free we really are."