To celebrate the merging of my two blogs, I'm putting up this post which I shared some time ago on the old blog. So although it may be familiar to some, I'm sure it won't be for everyone.
Sometimes just one moment can change the way we look at things.
An eye-opening experience I had was stopping over at Tokyo Airport on
the way to Heathrow, when I was 20 years old. As we walked through the
long airport terminal, the only three Anglo-Saxon faces to be seen
anywhere belonged to me and my parents. The rest of the vast crowd was
comprised of Asian faces, Japanese specifically. There were thousands of
pretty girls with glossy, jet-black hair, cute toddlers and
smart-looking men. Undoubtedly, a stream of western tourists turn up in
that international airport all the time, but at that moment, for as far
as I could see, there was just us.
We were getting covert glances and sometimes smiles. Growing up as a
fourth or fifth generation Australian in Adelaide, I had carried an
unconscious sense that most people were like me. We were the 'common'
type. Of course I'd been taught at school that the vast majority of the
world was filled with other races, who had different coloured skins and
spoke different languages. The dry facts and text book photos obviously
hadn't made it sink in. Now, during that long walk with our suitcases
through Tokyo Airport, I had my first experience of feeling 'foreign'.
The world was a far bigger place than I'd ever imagined.
I sometimes remember my impressions of that day in 1990. It's healthy to
think of ourselves from someone else's point of view for a change. I
find it a good remedy for remembering that the world doesn't revolve
around me. It's wise also to consider how easy it is for individuals to
carry a sort of delusion of grandeur and self-importance. Although I am
ME to myself, the crucial person in my life's story, I am an OTHER to
everyone else on our planet, who are busy being the centre of their own
stories. From this perspective, any special sense of entitlement has to
It's the same for why fiction is a good medium to read and write. When
people ask me why I write it, I've sometimes felt put on the spot,
unable to come up with a reasonable sounding answer. I have an inner
conviction that it's excellent and important, but a simple, "I've always
enjoyed it," seemed a self-indulgent answer and certainly not
acceptable. When I remember my impressions in Tokyo that day, I think
it's all tied in with the reason why.
Fiction enables us to remove ourselves from our own egos and look at the
world from the perspective of others. Studies I've read about have
indicated that fiction readers really are higher on a measured empathy
scale than non-fiction readers or non-readers. This doesn't surprise me.
When we are reading a novel which switches from one character's point
of view to that of another, we are filled with new ways of looking at
the world. We may begin a story automatically endorsing one person's
opinion and rejecting another, but when we read part of the story being
told from the opposite point of view, it allows us the experience of
entering a head which is totally different from where we might have
expected to find ourselves.
It's so easy not to realise that all this is happening when we are
simply reading a good story. What a great exercise for helping to
understand and broadening our tolerance, even if just a little bit. This
is what I often aim to do with characters who don't seem so lovable. In
my opinion, being able to see a glimpse of the world from someone
else's perpective, even just a flash, is well worth the effort a fiction
writer may have to put in to provide this.