Danubia: A Personal History of Habsburg Europe
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Dedication
Epigraphs
Maps
Introduction
Place names » The Habsburg family
Chapter One
Tombs, trees and a swamp » Wandering peoples » The hawk’s fortress » ‘Look behind you!’ » Cultic sites » The elected Caesars
Chapter Two
The heir of Hector » The great wizard » Gnomes on horseback » Juana’s children » Help from the Fuggers » The disaster
Chapter Three
‘Mille regretz’ » ‘The strangest thing that ever happened’ » The armour of heroes » Europe under siege » The pirates’ nest » A real bear-moat
Chapter Four
The other Europe » Bezoars and nightclub hostesses » Hunting with cheetahs » The seven fortresses
Chapter Five
A surprise visit from a flying hut » ‘His divine name will be inscribed in the stars’ » Death in Eger » Burial rites and fox-clubbing » The devil-doll » How to build the Tower of Babel
Chapter Six
Genetic terrors » The struggle for mastery in Europe » A new frontier » Zeremonialprotokoll » Bad news if you are a cockatrice » Private pleasures
Chapter Seven
Jesus vs. Neptune » The first will » Devotional interiors » The second will » Zips and Piasts
Chapter Eight
The great crisis » Austria wears trousers » The Gloriette » The war on Christmas cribs » Illustrious corpses » Carving up the world
Chapter Nine
‘Sunrise’ » An interlude of rational thoughtfulness » Defeat by Napoleon, part one » Defeat by Napoleon, part two » Things somehow get even worse » An intimate family wedding » Back to nature
Chapter Ten
A warning to legitimists » Problems with loyal subjects » Un vero quarantotto » Mountain people
Chapter Eleven
The Temple to Glorious Disaster » New Habsburg empires » The stupid giant » Funtime of the nations » The deal » An expensive sip of water
Chapter Twelve
Mapping out the future » The lure of the Orient » Refusals » Village of the damned » On the move » The Führer
Chapter Thirteen
The sheep and the melons » Elves, caryatids, lots of allegorical girls » Monuments to a vanished past » Young Poland
Chapter Fourteen
‘The fat churchy one’ » Night music » Transylvanian rocketry » Psychopathologies of everyday life » The end begins
Chapter Fifteen
The curse of military contingency » Sarajevo » The Przemyśl catastrophe » Last train to Wilsonville » A pastry shell » The price of defeat » Triumphs of indifference
Conclusion
Notes
Map of Modern Central Europe
Bibliography
Illustrations
Acknowledgements
Index
Also by Simon Winder
Copyright
For Martha Francis
What is ‘known’ in civilized countries, what people may be assumed to ‘know’, is a great mystery.
Saul Bellow, To Jerusalem and Back
The fat volunteer rolled onto the other straw mattress and went on: ‘It’s obvious that one day it will all collapse. It can’t last forever. Try to pump glory into a pig and it will burst in the end.’
Jaroslav Hašek, The Good Soldier Švejk
Emperor of Austria
Apostolic King of Hungary
King of Bohemia, Dalmatia, Croatia, Slavonia, Galicia, Lodomeria, Illyria
King of Jerusalem, etc.
Archduke of Austria
Grand Duke of Tuscany, Kraków
Duke of Lorraine, Salzburg, Styria, Carinthia, Carniola, the Bukovina
Grand Prince of Transylvania
Margrave of Moravia
Duke of Upper & Lower Silesia, Modena, Parma, Piacenza, Guastalla, Auschwitz, Zator, Teschen, Friuli, Ragusa, Zara
Princely Count of Habsburg, Tyrol, Kyburg, Gorizia, Gradisca
Prince of Trent, Brixen
Margrave of Upper & Lower Lusatia, in Istria
Count of Hohenems, Feldkirch, Bregenz, Sonnenberg, etc.
Lord of Trieste, Kotor, the Wendish March
Grand Voivode of the Voivodship of Serbia, etc. etc.
Franz Joseph I’s titles after 1867, some of which are more in the nature of brave assertions than indicators of practical ownership
Maps
1. The splitting of Charles V’s inheritance
2. The Habsburg Empire, 1815
3. The Dual Monarchy
4. The United States of Austria
5. Modern Central Europe
Introduction
Danubia is a history of the huge swathes of Europe which accumulated in the hands of the Habsburg family. The story runs from the end of the Middle Ages to the end of the First World War, when the Habsburgs’ empire fell to pieces and they fled.
Through cunning, dimness, luck and brilliance the Habsburgs had an extraordinarily long run. All empires are in some measure accidental, but theirs was particularly so, as sexual failure, madness or death in battle tipped a great pile of kingdoms, dukedoms and assorted marches and counties into their laps. They found themselves ruling territories from the North Sea to the Adriatic, from the Carpathians to Peru. They had many bases scattered across Europe, but their heartland was always the Danube, the vast river that runs through modern Upper and Lower Austria, their principal capital at Vienna, then Bratislava, where they were crowned kings of Hungary, and on to Budapest, which became one of their other great capitals.
For more than four centuries there was hardly a twist in Europe’s history to which they did not contribute. For millions of modern Europeans the language they speak, the religion they practise, the appearance of their city and the boundaries of their country are disturbingly reliant on the squabbles, vagaries and afterthoughts of Habsburgs whose names are now barely remembered. They defended Central Europe against wave upon wave of Ottoman attacks. They intervened decisively against Protestantism. They came to stand – against their will – as champions of tolerance in a nineteenth-century Europe driven mad by ethnic nationalism. They developed marital or military relations with pretty much every part of Europe they did not already own. From most European states’ perspective, the family bewilderingly swapped costumes so many times that they could appear as everything from rock-like ally to something approaching the Antichrist. Indeed, the Habsburgs’ influence has been so multifarious and complex as to be almost beyond moral judgement, running through the entire gamut of human behaviours available.
In the first half of the sixteenth century the family seemed to come close – as the inheritances heaped up so crazily that designers of coats of arms could hardly keep up – to ruling the whole of Europe, suggesting a ‘Chinese’ future in which the continent would become a single unified state. As it was, the Emperor Charles V’s supremacy collapsed, under assault from innumerable factors, his lands’ accidental origins swamping him in contradictory needs and demands. In 1555, Charles was obliged much against his will to break up his enormous inheritance, with one half going to his son, Philip, based in his new capital of Madrid, and the other going to his brother, Ferdi
nand, based in Vienna. At this break-point I follow the story of Ferdinand’s descendants, although the Madrid relatives continue to intrude now and then until their hideous implosion in 1700.
While writing my last book, Germania, I would sometimes find myself in a sort of trance of anxiety, knowing that it was based on a sleight of hand. With a few self-indulgent exceptions I kept its geographical focus inside the boundaries of the current Federal Republic of Germany. This was necessary for a coherent narrative, but historically ridiculous. Indeed, the structure humiliatingly mocked my main point: that ‘Germany’ was a very recent creation and only a hacked-out part of the chaos of small and medium feudal states which had covered much of Europe. These hundreds of squabbling jurisdictions existed under the protective framework of the Holy Roman Emperors, who ruled, with admittedly only sputtering success, for a millennium. For the last three hundred and fifty years of the Empire’s existence, the Emperor was almost always the senior member of the Habsburg family. He had this role because he personally ruled immense tracts of land, indeed at different times owning parts or all of nineteen modern European countries.1 This meant that he was unique in having a large enough personal financial and military base to be plausible as Emperor. But it also meant that he was often distracted: responsible for great blocks of territory inside the Holy Roman Empire (such as modern Austria and the Czech Republic) but also for unrelated places such as Croatia, say, and Mexico. This distraction, it can be argued, was the key motor for Europe’s political history.
The Habsburg story, of Europe’s most persistent and powerful dynastic family ruling the world of Germania from bases which were in fact well outside the modern state of Germany, was just too complex to be alluded to except in passing in the earlier book. The Habsburgs’ influence across Europe was overwhelming, but often the ‘great events’ of the continent’s history were generated as much by their uselessness or apparent prostration as by any actual family initiative. Indeed it is quite striking how baffled or inadequate many of the Emperors were, and yet an almost uncountable heap of would-be carnivorous rivals ended up in the dustbin while the Habsburgs just kept plodding along. Through unwarranted luck, short bursts of vigour and events often way outside their control they held on until their defeat by Napoleon. Moving fast, they then cunningly switched the title of Emperor so it referred to what could now be called ‘the Habsburg Empire’, meaning just the family’s personal holdings, itself still the second largest European state after Russia. They kept going for a further, rather battered century, until final catastrophe as one of the defeated Central Powers in the First World War. The aftershocks from the in many ways accidental end of this accidental empire continue to the present. I allude to some of these in the text, but effectively the narrative ends in 1918 as the different parts of the Empire go their own ways.
This is a less sunny book than Germania. Visiting cities in the Rhineland, say, it is clear that however damaged they were in the twentieth century (both physically and morally) they remain great historical urban spaces filled with Germans. Their inhabitants can fully acknowledge complicity in the horrors of 1933–45 while also drawing a line connecting themselves and much older history. The great majority of Germans also escaped the impact of Soviet occupation, making their period of trauma very much shorter. The memory of the prosperity and solidity of the summer of 1914 was active for many West Germans in the late 1940s, who could go about their normal lives once more. For the inhabitants of much of the former Habsburg Empire there was no such reprieve, forced at irregular intervals during the century to endure massacres, migrations, invasions, terror and Babylonian exercises in state building and rebuilding.
Emerging from these burned-over zones in the 1990s, the descendants of the survivors had only the weakest links with the Empire whose architectural remnants still surrounded them. The narrowly thwarted plan in 2011 to demolish the last remnants of the ancient Golden Rose Synagogue in Lviv to make way for a hotel is only the most extreme instance of a numbness about the past that afflicts much of the former Empire. Scattered from the western Czech Republic to beyond the Carpathians there are towns where effectively the entire populations are post-1945 settlers. What would it take for Romanians to view abandoned German villages as part of their patrimony, or for Ukrainians to cherish former Polish churches? What a visitor can view as picturesque, a local can view with loathing or (a distinct improvement) indifference. Inevitably these tensions and discontinuities have an impact on the book’s text.
The degree to which one can enjoy places that have suffered such fates is obviously a problem. But in four years of travelling around the territories of the old Empire I have never stopped feeling that I was on a mission to convey to readers why so many of these towns and cities – still in many cases hidden from English-speakers, even with the Cold War long gone – stand at the heart of Europe and the continent’s experience, both for good and ill, and how fascinating they remain. By understanding something of their history before 1918 we can actively reclaim what the later totalitarian regimes wished to erase for ever: the plural, anarchic, polyglot Europe once supervised in a dizzying blend of ineptitude, viciousness and occasional benignity by the Habsburg family.
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In October 2008 there was a football match in the UEFA Champions League between Chelsea FC and CFR Cluj. Chelsea fans flying into Transylvania for the game thought it would be hilarious to dress up in capes and plastic fangs and duly got off the plane lurching around, flapping their arms and putting on funny accents (‘Ach, the cheeeldren of the night – I hear their call!’ and so on). In an interview on a British radio station the next day, a memorably outraged Cluj disc jockey spluttered in perfect English (albeit – fair play – with a slightly funny accent) about how this was a national disgrace, an insult to his people, how Dracula had been the invention ‘merely of some Irish novelist’ and how vampirism was quite unknown in Transylvania.
All this was true enough, but the interview has hung in my mind ever since because of my own severe anxiety that I am myself merely a Chelsea fan with plastic fangs stumbling off the plane. The former Habsburg lands are places where a principal battlefield has been the interpretation of history. Indeed the very idea of the study of history has been fuelled by animosities and fantasies about ethnic, religious and class privileges. For me to enter this highly charged arena is, I am fully aware, foolish. It is very easy to be contemptuous of someone else’s nationalism and unaware of one’s own. The extraordinarily toxic legacy of the Empire’s obsession with linguistics, archaeology, ethnography, sigillography, numismatics, cartography and so on makes me feel, in my darker moods, that the spread of these subjects and the use to which they were put was nothing but a disaster for Central Europe and that academics more than anyone else are (with help from priests) some of the greatest villains. Indeed, in comparison with academics, the politicians and military men were mere puppets, with even Hitler simply a disgusting by-product of various poisonous Viennese nationalist and scientific teachings.
The stakes have been so high because each linguistic group has obsessively picked over its past not merely out of a wish to entertain itself with fancy-that facts about ancestors, but to use it as the key weapon in establishing its ascendancy over other groups. While the Hungarians poured resources into charting their grand ancestry to somewhere out on the Asian steppe and in 1896 celebrated the thousandth anniversary of their arrival in Europe, Romanian academics in parallel scoured excavations for evidence that they were themselves the true owners of the same region, the descendants of soldiers and settlers from the Roman army (even inventing their country’s name to make this point). What should have been harmless, indeed loopy, antiquarianism became instead the motive force behind terrible events, the least harmful being the abuse shouted by Romanians during anti-Hungarian rallies in the last years of the Empire, ‘Go back to Asia!’ Of course, the end logic of this rhetoric was to highlight those groups – Jews, Gypsies – who had no ‘home’, and the break-
up of the Habsburg Empire into bitter nationalist mini-states in 1918 immediately created a highly threatening situation for anyone caught in the overlaps.
Parts of this book are devoted to picking over the truly horrible consequences of these nationalisms, but this does not mean I have some nostalgic wish to return to the time of the Empire. That would be meaningless. Intellectually it seems much better to acknowledge the substantial foul streak within modernity, without dreaming of a return to some aristocratic world lacking newspapers or mass literacy. After all, a vast number of these terrible ideas flowered within the Habsburg Empire, which can in that sense be blamed, but then so did the intellectual means to fight them (from Zionism, to anarchism, to the understanding of the unconscious).
A related purpose in writing this book was also to dramatize the sheer awfulness of living in Central Europe for some much-earlier periods, when extreme, savage violence to the point of near-total depopulation did damage of a kind not unrelated to that of the twentieth century. Such ferocity has been generally alien to the ‘home’ experiences of western Europeans, although they have of course themselves blithely carried out actions of comparable ferocity on other continents. To see Europe itself as an arena for slavery, punishment raids, forcible resettlement, piracy and religiously sanctioned public mutilation and execution is, to say the least, interesting. I hope I have written about it with sufficient understanding not to be offensive, but also to make it clear that such fates are central to Europe’s story and not rooted in some mere weird ‘eastern’ barbarism.
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In the summer of 1463 the King of Bosnia, Stephen Tomašević, was besieged by the army of the Ottoman ruler Mehmet II in the fortress of Ključ. Eventually the King surrendered under agreement of safe conduct. But once in Mehmet’s hands Stephen and his entourage were killed and the surviving Bosnian nobility made into galley-slaves. The Ottoman view was that the entire Bosnian ruling class had lost its function and should be liquidated – Bosnia’s new role as a small eyalet (province) in the Ottoman Empire was permanent and final. The safe conduct had been offered to a king, but now he had become a mere subject and could be disposed of at will. Indeed Bosnia, a respectable medieval kingdom, lost its independence for over five centuries. Poland was another famous example. When, in a series of negotiations of breathtaking coldness at the end of the eighteenth century, the Habsburgs, Prussians and Russians decided to split Poland between them, the intention was that this would be for ever, with the very name of Poland disappearing beneath the administrative inventions of ‘West Prussia’, ‘Western Russia’ and ‘Galicia and Lodomeria’. Poland’s new owners cooperated in the killing, rendition or imprisonment of anyone who threatened the new arrangement.