Thunder At Twilight: Vienna 1913/1914 by Frederic Morton

Author:Frederic Morton [Morton Frederic]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: prose_history
ISBN: 978-0306810213
Publisher: Da Capo Press
Published: 2001-11-13T05:00:00+00:00

Dort wo die alten Haeuserln stehn

Dort wo die lieblichen Maedchen gehn…

(Vienna, Vienna, none but you

Can be the city of my dreams come true

Here, where the old houses loom

Here, where I for lovely young girls swoon…)

Actually "Wien, Wien" was just the latest and by far the most famous example of the genre Wiener Lieder. Over a hundred WienerLieder had been composed in the last eighty years. All were songs of lyric wistfulness. They sighed of a love not for a woman or a man but for Vienna; for that rainbow of a town fraying away exquisitely between vineyard and Danube; for streets in which the girls were beautiful because the houses were old; for a world whose doom was its enchantment.

In April 1914 the people on the wooden benches sang "Wien, Wien," to serenade their sick, dear Emperor. Actually he had become dear only after he had become ancient. But he had been ancient for so long, he seemed to have been dear forever. For generations those silver sideburns had generated fond stories, wonderful rumors, reverent speculations. Austrian patriotism centered on this ikon of infinite anecdotes and wrinkles. Still, the day must come when six horses draped in black would bear him away; when the most unsentimental of Archdukes would roar up in his motorcar to take possession of the Imperial Palace. What then?

Neither the firmament's glimmer above nor the reflections in the Danube below answered the question brooding over the vineyard hills. And so the people in the leafy inns resorted to their only ready remedy: to drink; to gossip antique Habsburg gossip again; and, again and again, to sing "Wien, Wien…"

Another tune attained enormous popularity in Vienna's springtime of 1914-the first international hit of a young American composer, Irving Berlin. It was frequently featured by modish restaurant orchestras like the one in the Ring- strasse's Grand Hotel. But during late April and early May the music there played to an unusual number of empty tables. Franz Joseph's pneumonia was taking its toll in these plush precincts, too. The succession, with its perils and uncertainties, loomed ahead. A sudden decline had shaken the stock market. Many of the more loose-pursed tycoons were retrenching and that included patrons of the Grand Hotel restaurant. Nevertheless, some habitues kept coming to enjoy Stuffed Whitefish a la Radziwill (a renowned virtuosity of the chef's) and to keep au courant with Mister Irving Berlin. Among prominent diners figured Hermann von Reininghaus, the young brewery grand seigneur, and his dusky wife Gina as well as the third element of the triangle, General Conrad, the Chief of Staff.

The presence of the beloved-even when encumbered by her husband-always cheered the General. What's more, the good weather promised him, a passionate mountaineer, some fine Alpine tours. But as Gina noted in her memoirs, his smile looked rigid in those days. With reason. The General shared all of Vienna's fear for the old Emperor. In addition, he must face the probability that the new monarch would dismiss him in disgrace,

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