Return of the Id With Feet

Apologies for my unscheduled absence.

Back doing business at the old stand now, sharing insights, passing on knowledge, blazoning forth the best of what goes on behind the domey brow and eyes of stagnant pond green.

The centenary of the Catastrophe is here.
Some thoughts — the importance of who is charge. Not the Great Man theory exactly, but the inadequacy of the Vast Impersonal Forces as explanations for events.

The vital cabinet meeting when Britain decided to enter the European War for instance. I believe correspondents notes and evidence immediately before during and after indicate a strong peace party in the room, waiting only to coalesce around some leading figure, possibly Lloyd George. But LG was not at his best that day, and the lead never came, not from him or from anyone else.
There wasn’t much of a faction solid for war. Two figures only: Winston Churchill, First Lord of the Admiralty, and Sir Edward Grey, Foreign Secretary. Grey was of such bizarre personal character that it can only be regarded as a malign fate that placed him in that postion at that time.
So easily that day could have been different. A stronger Lloyd George, say, or a sudden doubt arising in Winston’s mind, and we’d now be reading on page 14 some ‘for what-it’s-worth’ features on the outbreak of the Franco-German war of 1914-16, which though it has fallen below the level of popular interest, was in its day quite serious really, and in Vienna or Linz or Munich there would be few middle aged people who with bad memories from the 1960s of old Herr Hitler, who would bore everyone with his exploits on the Western Front.
I like to think of a thriving Yiddish film industry centred perhaps on Breslau (Wroclau) or Lemberg (Lvov/Lviv), giving Hollywood a run for its money. Sigh.


Opening parcels

If you’re like me, the childhood thrill of opening a present has stayed with you. Even if they are only presents from yourself, like parcels from Amazon. It’s especially good if they’ve taken a while to arrive, so that you’ve half-forgotten you made the order. 

Anyway — tee-hee!

“They had no choice” speech, Remembrance Day, 11 November, 2013

Thus PJ Keating (Prime Minister of Australia 1991-6) on the Australian soldiers of the Great War.

Emotional but wrong — If it feels good, say it, rules a lot of the speechifying on this subject.

Number of Australian conscripted in the War: zero.

There was never conscription in Australia during that war.

There were attempts to introduce conscription, notably two national referendums, both soundly defeated. These were crucial events in Australian history, covered in all the school books. They are even more crucial in the particular histories of the labour movement, the Labor Party, and the Catholic Church in Australia, all three of which strands Mr Keating and his party consider themselves deeply knowledgeable because of a special relevance for themselves.

You can rise very high in a party, and in a country, and know next to nothing about either.



Things you might not have known about the Great War 1914-18

Starting soon, and intended to be daily (just about): my new blog feature From the First World War

Over the next five years, if I’m spared, I’ll regularly post facts you mightn’t have known about the Great War. I’ll concentrate on the little-known, the not-as-known-as-it-should be, and add any well-worn yarns that seem too good to leave out. I won’t strain for originality. And afterall,  everything is new to somebody.

I did consider calling the series Thank God, the Australians. In the marvellous Geoffrey Serle’s biography of Sir John Monash (“the only general of creative genius that the Great War produced, on either side” — historian AJP Taylor), there is a story of how, in the crisis of 1918, when Monash had brought up his troops and joined the other generals, he was greeted simply with the words “Thank God! The Australians!”  For long afterwards it became — and may still be — a Monash family joke, when one of them was late for a gathering, for  the firstcomers to say “Thank God! The Australians!”

I want to wander over the whole subject, so, though the Australians were in from the first* day until after the last,  Australia will be over-represented only accidentally and inevitably, as a result of my own origins and interests.

*  (The first firing by any British Empire forces was fired in Melbourne, of all places, showing a German ship that happened to be in port that we meant business).

Thus,  there will a some numerical bias towards Australia in the posting. And  — I can just see this coming — there are going to be plenty of posts about Monash. No apologies about that!