Friday, 29 August 2014

Humanity shatters "Kultur"

Much anti-German sentiment during the Great War was directed at something called "Kultur." What was it, and why was it reviled?

It means in German roughly what we would mean by "culture" in English, but was used sarcastially in Britain to lampoon the supposed German belief that their culture was superior to all others - "Uber alles", and all that. The British naturally found this belief both risible and self-evidently inaccurate, and started depicting Germany as a drooling ape in a pickelhaube helmet running around with a large club with the word Kulture engraved on it, presumably looking for victims to educate.

But "Kultur" also has another shade of meaning relating to something called "Kulturkampf." Those Noble Readers steeped in 20th Century lore, will notice that word "kampf" - as in Mein Kampf, the title of a peculiar fantasy penned by infamous jail-bird Adolf Hitler.  "Kampf" means "struggle" or perhaps "battle," and "Kulturkampf" refers to late 19th Century efforts in Prussia to cleanse the domain of Roman Catholic influence. Chancellor Otto von Bismarck introduced increasingly stringent curbs on Catholic institutions, which had an effect later when, in August, 1914, the Germans overran Belgium and Poland, both notably Catholic countries.

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Friday, 22 August 2014

The British Are to Blame for Everything.

Most Americans will nod with recognition when it is suggested that you can't be Top Nation without attracting enormous jealousy, not to say envy, from nations of lesser wealth and magnificence.

What is directed at Americans today we British had to put up with a hundred years ago. The jealousy was most apparent among the Kaiser's clique, and indeed in Wilhelm's own attitude.

He was completely out of his mind, of course, but still it almost beggars belief that, having invaded France and Belgium, the Germans could depict Britain as the cause of all the woes afflicting those benighted countries.

Talk about a regime deep in denial.

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Monday, 18 August 2014

Jonah Jessop?

The name of this lovely lady was Violet Jessop, Violet Constance Jessop to be exact, whose Irish parents emigrated to live in Argentina. You'd want to think twice before you bought a ticket to ride on any ship Violet was travelling aboard, and let me tell you why.

In 1911, Violet was working as a stewardess aboard the world's biggest liner, the Royal Mail Steamer Olympic when she was in collision with HMS Hawke - the liner, not Violet. She was reassigned to another ship, the Titanic which promptly ran into an iceberg as a billion movie-goers are now aware. Nothing daunted, she then joined the Red Cross and went off to serve aboard the hospital ship, Britannic, just in time for it to be torpedoed and sunk by a German U-boat. (Some say it was a mine.)

Violet died in Suffolk, England, in 1971. She was 83 years of age. Talk about the luck of the Irish ...

Saturday, 16 August 2014

"Like the Titanic, only worse"

In 1914, the Germans were in possession of 30 submarines, the famous U-boats. These were not the ocean-going craft familiar to students of World War 2, but smaller craft designed to operate in coastal waters. They were, however, armed with numbers of self-propelled torpedoes, and were deadly enough. Of the 360 submarines Germany built during the Great War, half were captured or sunk, but they did succeed in destroying more than 12 million tons of shipping.

In May 1915, U-20, captained by one Walther Schwieger, torpedoed the passenger liner RMS Lusitania, killing over a thousand people, including some pretty irritated Americans.

But when Titanic went down didn't she take over 1,500 people with her? Yes, indeed, but what made the Lusitania sinking worse was the fact that the Titanic disaster was an accident, the Lusitania was sunk on purpose.

They say that he who lives by the sword dies by the sword, so it's perhaps no surprise that Captain Schwieger's own remains are still aboard his last command, U-88 - at the bottom of the North Sea. His submarine was sunk by the British Q-ship HMS Glenfoyle alias Stonecrop alias Dunlevon alias Winona.

A Q-ship was a fake merchantman equipped with hidden guns. These decoys were used by the Royal Navy to literally lure U-boats to their doom, hence the confusing array of names.

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Artists and Writers

If artists contributed to the British war effort, so did writers. In fact, in the twenty or so years leading up to the First World War, growing concerns over Germany's war-like intentions created an atmosphere of anxiety.

Novels such as The Battle of Dorking and The Riddle of the Sands led people to expect a German invasion, or at least to mistrust the Kaiser.

This pre-war poster is advertizing a play being staged at Wyndham's Theatre in London, entitled, "An Englishman's Home". The title refers to the popular saying, "An Englishman's home is his castle", which attempts to promulgate the notion that the ownership of property was inviolate in England, that the homeowner's status was well protected by law, and woe betide anyone who tried to interfere with his privileges.

Here we see Britannia, the spirit of Britain. She was a figure familiar to British people of the time through her appearance on the penny coin. She seems to be warning a gent peaceably enjoying his hearth that the enemy are at the gates.

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Monday, 11 August 2014

War and Cholera - 1911

This hard-hitting German poster of 1911 shows what lies in store for those leaders who fail to steer their nations away from war. The piles of naked corpses in the bottom of the picture seem eerily prescient, reminding people of a later generation of footage shot at Belsen concentration camp in 1945.

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Wednesday, 6 August 2014

Not Much Change Since Napoleon.

Another misconception frequently held by people not sufficiently steeped in historical research - and that means 99% of us - is that the Great War was all about mud-filled trenches. In fact, the Great War was fought in many places around the world, and only in the northern end of the Western Front was it like that.

Of course, that's the part of the line the British army had to endure - the legendary mud of Ypres and Paschendael - so the static war looms large in British memory. But in the early part of 1914, the war in the West was a mobile affair, with cavalry units and horse artillery playing a notable part. In the East, where the Germans were fighting the Russians, the war continued to be mobile.

In 1914, British soldiers wore cloth caps, French infantry had bright red pantaloons and cavalrymen of all persuasions rode into battle with lance and sabre. By 1916, the last vestiges of the kind of warfare that Napoleon would have recognized had disappeared forever.

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Monday, 4 August 2014

Business Must Go On

Say "Peugeot" today, and you'll likely think of the range of French cars, but did you know that the firm started out making coffee grinders? By 1858 they had turned to making steel and various consumer items, among which bicycles numbered. By the 1880's "Cycles Peugeot" was a well known French trade mark.

During the Great War, Peugeot built 63,000 bicycles a year, along with 9,000 cars and lorries, 1,000 motorcycles, 10,000 aircraft engines, and 6 million artillery shells.

After most wars, a howl generally goes up about the people who have done well out of the conflict.

"Filthy profiteers!" goes the cry. "You made money out of the war while others shed their blood!"

True, but it's hard fighting a mechanized war without truck, shells and aircraft engines.

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Friday, 1 August 2014

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Around the beginning of the 20th Century, Walter E. Scott - Scotty to his friends -  was passing through Death Valley, California, when he happened upon a dead man. Beside the corpse was a dog dying of thirst, and in the man's pocket was a piece of rock glittering with pure gold ...

So begins one of the most endearing tales to come out of the American West.

Scotty seized he day. He buried the body, saved the dog and worked out a plan that would change not only his own life, but that of many others. One of the lives Scotty changed was that of Albert M. Johnson, a wealthy but disabled Chicagoan who yearned for adventure. Johnson wanted for nothing in material terms, but he had suffered a broken back in the train wreck that had killed his father. Despite inheriting the biggest insurance company in the Midwest, he was not a happy man, until Scotty appeared, that is.

Scotty loved to have a good time and to be the centre of attention. He was a romantic soul, a natural-born showman with a talent for making things happen. He used whatever money that came his way to enjoy life and enhance his reputation as a gold miner, but he also enriched the lives of others in a way that was his and his alone.

Scotty played the newspapers of William Randolph Hearst at their own game. He ran financial risks that would make the average person dizzy, but he remained the kind of man that folks always wanted to see win. 
Death Valley Scotty is a tightly crafted story that follows the life of a loveable rogue through more ups and downs than you'll find in the Sierra Nevada. See how his luck changes as his plans start to unravel. Follow him as he works himself out of yet another tight corner and stays one step ahead of the law. Who knows what will happen next? "Death Valley Scotty" is reminiscent of "True Grit." It has the uplift of "It’s a Wonderful Life."

Set in a time when freedom seemed easier to find, this is a read that will surely make you smile.

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