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  1913

  1913

  In Search of the World

  before the Great War

  CHARLES EMMERSON

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  First published in Great Britain in 2013 by The Bodley Head

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  Contents

  Introduction

  I Centre of the Universe

  LONDONWorld City

  PARISThe Eternal, The Universal

  BERLINPowerhouse

  ROMEThe Pope’s Aeroplane

  VIENNAShadows and Light

  ST PETERSBURGEastern Colossus

  II The Old New World

  WASHINGTON, DCRepublic, Nation, Empire

  NEW YORKMetropolis

  DETROITA Model Future

  LOS ANGELESBoom!

  MEXICO CITYMonroe’s Bequest

  III The World Beyond

  WINNIPEG–MELBOURNEBritain Abroad

  BUENOS AIRESSouthern Star

  ALGIERSThe Radiance of the Republic

  BOMBAY–DURBANTapestry of Empire

  TEHRANUnder Foreign Eyes

  JERUSALEMZion and its Discontents

  IV Twilight Powers

  CONSTANTINOPLETides of History

  PEKING–SHANGHAIWaking Slumber

  TOKYORising Sun

  LONDONBeyond the Horizon

  Epilogue: The Afterlife of 1913

  Notes

  Selected Bibliography

  Picture Credits

  Acknowledgements

  Index

  Introduction

  In 1913, Francis Wrigley Hirst, the editor of The Economist magazine, published an essay entitled ‘Foreign Travel’.1 In it, he described the globalisation of his day, a process which seemed to pick up speed with each passing decade.

  ‘Already’, Hirst wrote, ‘railways and steamers have made the journey from London to Chicago quicker and pleasanter by far than was the journey from London to Edinburgh two centuries ago’:

  English comforts and American luxuries, French dinners and German waiters, are everywhere at the service of wealth. Wherever there is plenty of sport, good air for invalids, or good markets for merchandise, good hotels will be found. The watchful eye of capital, which knows no national prejudices in its unceasing search for high interest and adequate security, is always looking for opportunities, and the taste for travel grows with the facilities. Switzerland was the first playground of Europe. The world is now covered with playgrounds, to which active idlers and weary money-makers flock in obedience to the varying fashions of smart society, of sport, or of medical prescription. The African desert, Kashmir, California, Japan, the Canary Islands, Bermuda, the isles of Greece, Uganda, British Columbia, are not too remote for the modern globe-trotter. The commercial traveller is ubiquitous; and ‘our own correspondent’ pursues wars and rumours of wars as keenly as the hunter tracks his quarry.

  Travel – not just that of wealthy tourists in search of new experiences but that of migrants in search of brighter tomorrows – had become much cheaper over the course of Hirst’s lifetime (he was thirty-nine years old in 1913). ‘No wonder, then’, he wrote, ‘if the number of those who travel for pleasure or profit steadily increases’.

  A trip around the world, once fraught with danger, could now be sold to the curious traveller as a cruise, to be completed in the lap of luxury. The Hamburg-American Line offered regular round-the-world journeys on the SS Cleveland, from New York to Europe and then via the Suez Canal to India, Burma, the Philippines, Hong Kong, Japan, Hawaii and San Francisco, all for as little as $650. ‘So momentous an undertaking [as travelling around the world] has always been pervaded by an atmosphere of romance and a spirit of adventure’, declared the prospectus for the trip.2 In the modern age, however, the traveller was provided with a degree of comfort unimaginable to his or her ancestors. On the SS Cleveland, electric elevators connected the decks, and telephones allowed one to make calls from cabin to cabin. The ship was equipped with a darkroom for amateur photographers, a library stocking books in English, French and German, and a gymnasium with electrically operated machines, including several in the form of a saddle. In 1913 the last leg of the journey – from San Francisco back to New York – was still by transcontinental railway. The opening of the Panama Canal in 1914 would allow future travellers to complete their trip by sea.

  This book is a circumnavigation of a different sort. Starting in the capital cities of Europe – London, Paris, Berlin, Rome, Vienna, St Petersburg – it journeys to the cities of North America – Washington, New York, Detroit, Los Angeles, Mexico City and then to the four corners of the wider world – Winnipeg, Melbourne, Buenos Aires, Algiers, Bombay, Durban, Tehran and Jerusalem. Finally, it travels into the hearts of the chief cities of the great non-European empires of 1913 – Constantinople, Peking, Shanghai and Tokyo.

  The intention is not to capture everything that happened in a single twelve-month period in every corner of the globe, still less to deliberately seek out the causes of the Great War which broke out the following summer. The origins of the First World War are the subject of an enormous and ever-expanding body of historical scholarship. Debate over the attribution of responsibility for the war has raged since its outset. Various historians at various times have pointed the finger of blame towards the militarism of Prussian society, German ambitions for world domination, the internal political crisis of the German state, Austro-Hungarian adventurism, the internal crises of the Austro-Hungarian state, Russian imperialism, the internal crises of the Russian state, the European alliance system, fears of European cultural degeneration, the remorseless logic of train timetables or a combination of a number or all of the above.3 Acts of commission and omission by particular individual diplomats inevitably influenced decisions made in the chancelleries of Europe. Relative assessments of power and intention – and of how these were likely to evolve in the near future – all changed the calculus of war in the minds of different politicians, monarchs and generals. Historians do not now generally believe that war was inevitable from the moment that the Austro-Hungarian Archduke Franz Ferdinand was shot in Sarajevo in June 1914. Exactly when war became inevitable – much earlier or much later, if ever – is an open question.4 Most historians accept that Britain’s participation in the war was not pre-destined in 1914, indeed some historians argue that it was a grave error.5 Even once it started, the course of the war – like any set of historical events – depended on a range of contingent factors, as well as more unalterable factors such as economic strength, administrative efficiency, population and so on.6 ‘Virtual history’, where one or other of the contingent factors is changed, can help us think afresh about causality, chance and path dependence in history.7

  Seeking to understand why the world wen
t to war in 1914, and how that war then lasted for four years, is a vitally important historical and political endeavour. Only through attempting to understand the past – however imperfectly – can we possibly hope to learn from it. And yet, as one leading historian has written, the single-minded quest for the causes of the war may, perversely, carry the risk of distorting the past as well as uncovering it:

  … causes trawled from the length and breadth of Europe’s pre-war decades are piled like weights on the scale until it tilts from probability to inevitability. Contingency, choice and agency are squeezed out of the field of vision.8

  Knowing what ultimately happened – a war which would turn the world upside down – can narrow our view of what the world was like before it happened. Because the war started in Europe, there is a natural tendency to focus on the magnificent cauldron of European hopes and ambitions in the pre-war era at the expense of the world as a whole.9 Listening for the voices of those who predicted war in 1913 can lead us away from the many others who did not expect it – and indeed who were surprised when it eventually came.10 In 1910, the writer and propagandist for peace Norman Angell famously declared that the idea of a profitable war was, in the interdependent world of the early twentieth century, a ‘great illusion’ (though he did not go quite so far as to say it was impossible).11 Even amongst those who did believe war was possible or even probable, the prospect was often greeted with a certain equanimity, for it was thought that any war would be a short shock to the system rather than a four-year bloodbath. Perhaps inevitably, asking a single question of the past – why did war happen? – risks making everything else a piece of evidence to be used or discarded according to its utility in providing an answer to that question. The world of 1913 risks becoming viewed as nothing more than an antechamber to the Great War, rather than being looked at on its own terms – ‘as it really was’, as the great German historian Leopold von Ranke famously put it.12

  Of course, it is not possible to escape hindsight. We cannot but look at the world of 1913 through the prism of what happened after it – indeed part of the interest of that year is our knowledge of what happened next. But we can at least attempt to look at the world in 1913 as it might have looked through contemporary eyes, in its full colour and complexity, with a sense of the future’s openness. We can do this, in part, by looking at what individuals were writing about at the time and what newspapers were reporting. We can do this by reading the confidential reports put together by diplomats on the spot in Tokyo or Buenos Aires to inform their superiors as to the situation in a particular country at a particular time. We can do this too by looking at those parts of the world which tend to receive less attention from Western historians – the non-Western world – because they were less obviously and directly involved in the lead-up to what started as a European war.

  The objectives set for this book are thus in one sense more modest and in another more ambitious than many books written about this time. Modest, because it does not seek to explain the Great War – this book should be taken as a complement to histories of the war’s origins, not as a replacement for them. Modest also because it takes a single year as its focus, rather than describing the entirety of the long nineteenth century, as some other historians have done so brilliantly.13 Its sweep is geographic, more than chronological. But therein lies its peculiar ambitiousness: to paint a truly global picture of the world in 1913, often from the perspective of contemporary travellers and writers – many of them Western – but also from the perspective of protagonists both high and low, famous and unknown, Western and non-Western. This book attempts to bring back to life their world. It is a book self-consciously engaging with the idea of 1913, and the years before it, as a period of unprecedented globalisation, rich in encounters, interconnections and ideas.14 1913 was a year of possibility not predestination.

  Writing about the world in 1913 often involves digging further back. Sometimes it involves the arresting realisation that our perspectives on the passage of time are skewed by familiarity or by proximity – we tend to mentally compress time when it falls within our own lives, and extend it when it falls in the lives of past generations. And yet for those alive in 1913, the 1880s and 1890s were no more distant than the 1980s and 1990s are to us: the fall of Communism in eastern Europe, Tiananmen Square, the advent of the personal computer, the presidency of Bill Clinton. The Boxer Rebellion of 1901 – when foreign troops marched into the Forbidden City in Peking (Beijing) to put down a rising which targeted Western interests – is as close in time to 1913 as the events of September 11, 2001 are to us today. In 1913, only a hundred years ago, tens of thousands of veterans who had fought in the American Civil War met in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, on the site of one of that war’s most important battles. The shadows of the nineteenth century loomed large into the early twentieth century.

  Similarly, the world of 1913, though separated from us by two world wars and the rise and fall of Communism, is not entirely foreign to our own times. It is not just that many of us have known grandparents or great-grandparents who were alive a hundred years ago. (My own grandparents were all alive in 1913; my grandfather was a young boy who took a steam train to school in rural Australia.) It is also that the world of a hundred years ago was in many respects decidedly modern.

  In 1913, our world was alive and kicking. Globalisation, which is often casually assumed to be a phenomenon of the second half of the twentieth century, was well underway in 1913 – indeed in some respects one might argue that global integration was more advanced then than it is today. The ideas of global society or a world ordered by international law were commonplace in the year before the Great War even if its institutions were less well-developed. As the liberal British historian G. P. Gooch put it in 1912: ‘civilisation has become international’.15 The Peace Palace in The Hague, the building housing the forerunner to the International Court of Justice, opened its doors in 1913. There are striking and unsettling parallels between the geopolitics of the world today – shifting from a period of American unipolarity to a period of potentially much more competitive multi-polarity – and that of a hundred years ago – with Britain in relative decline, Asia re-awakening, and rising powers trying to carve out a place for themselves in a global system established by others. Furthermore, much of what we take to be quintessentially modern in terms of culture or technology – the modern art of Cubism and Expressionism, the aeroplane, the telephone, the automobile, even aerial bombing – was already around in 1913.

  This book offers a selection and an interpretation – in that sense, it is a portrait. But it is also a journey into the world of a century ago – which, it turns out, is not so long ago at all.

  The Exposition Universelle et Internationale of 1913, Ghent. The exhibition served as a celebration of human progress and a statement of the primacy of European civilisation. Within eighteen months the city would be occupied by the German army.

  PART I

  CENTRE OF THE UNIVERSE

  A European could survey the world in 1913 as the Greek gods might have surveyed it from the snowy heights of Mount Olympus: themselves above, the teeming earth below.

  To be a European, from this perspective, was to inhabit the highest stage of human development. Past civilisations might have built great cities, invented algebra or discovered gunpowder, but none could compare to the material and technological culture to which Europe had given rise, made manifest in the continent’s unprecedented wealth and power. Empire was this culture’s supreme product, both an expression of its irresistible superiority and an organisational principle for the world’s improvement. The flags of even some of Europe’s smaller nations – Denmark, Portugal, Belgium or the Netherlands – flew over corners of the wider world, whether a handful of islands in the Caribbean, a south-east Asian archipelago, or a million square miles in central Africa. Among Europe’s Great Powers only Austria-Hungary remained without a colonial empire. To be a European – to be a European man, in particular – was to see o
neself at the centre of the universe, from which all distance was measured and against which all clocks were set.

  In a world made smaller by the distance-destroying innovations of technology, and made more integrated by flows of goods, money and people, it was inevitable that Europe, the engine room of these developments, would be most densely interconnected, crisscrossed by railway lines and telegraph wires. In a world where the remorseless logic of scale pointed to ever-larger industrial enterprises, and where economies seemed to be ever more interlocked with one another, Europe represented the summit of interdependence: each country relying on its neighbours for resources, or markets, or access to the rest of the world. And just as Europeans saw it as the natural order of things that they should venture forth to colonise and control the world, so it was inevitable that Europe would be where, in turn, the world came to display itself.

  In 1913, it was perhaps in industrialised, peaceful, bilingual, constitutionally neutral Belgium where the force fields of European integration most overlapped. In that year the medieval Flemish city of Ghent hosted the Exposition Universelle et Internationale – more commonly referred to as a world fair – as had Brussels a few years before. Each country taking part commissioned its own pavilion, celebrating every aspect of its ascent towards the common uplands of industrial civilisation, from education to fine arts, electricity to sport. With the peaceful sound of fountains in the background one could promenade along the Avenue des Nations from the pavilion of neighbouring Holland to distant Persia. One could visit the elegant pavilion of Paris, host of the iconic world fair of 1900, or the neo-classical Palais du Canada, or that of Germany, more modern.

  Because this was the age of empire, and because this was Belgium, one might also stop inside the Palais du Congo and leaf through a book commemorating the heroic endeavours of Belgian colonisation. ‘Does she [Belgium] not owe it to herself, to her honour’, its author asked, ‘to continue the work of civilisation begun by the valiant colonisers, sleeping in the African bush, far from the Mother-Country?’1 No mention was made of the thousands of Congolese sacrificed in the greedy quest for the African rubber on which so many Belgian fortunes rested; nor of the dishonouring episode of 1908, when international revulsion at Congo’s mismanagement under the personal ownership of the previous King of the Belgians had led to its formal annexation to the Belgian state.2 But no matter – a world fair celebrated the progress of the nations of the world. It did not investigate its underpinnings.