Magazine article The Spectator

Vienna Lost in Time

Magazine article The Spectator

Vienna Lost in Time

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There seems to be a touch of autumn in the air, a damp, still greyness. How quickly summers drift away nowadays. Typically, my boat is just about ready to be launched, now that my thoughts are turning inward, towards Mittel Europa, Vienna and the Danube to be exact. Richard Bernstein, writing in the New York Times, described Vienna as a city of spectacular opulence 'mixed with a sense of something missing, even at its core'. It's a good one, but I prefer a different one, the one about 'a city that's like a grand opera sung by the understudies'. One drives from Passau into the metropolis through thickly forested German hills and vineyards, the onion domes glistening in the fading sunlight, the houses painted in light blue, pale pink and ochre.

What's missing is the present. Austria is a safe, socialist state, the Habsburg palaces are now museums, the grand houses turned into government buildings, the great figures that once made Vienna the centre of the world gone for ever. The yellow Schoenburg palace lies empty, its walls covered with graffiti saying 'make love, not krieg'. (I agree, but why write it on the walls of the mother of my children's palazzo?)

The sense of emptiness is due to the passing of a great empire; as well as the passing of an era that saw Vienna inhabited by figures such as Freud, Bruckner, Mahler, Brahms, Klimt, Schiele and others. A couple of months ago, in the Bagel, I talked with my father-in-law about making a last nostalgic tour of the place. Peter Schoenburg is now 87 years old, and infirm. He is the head of the Schoenburg family, a princely clan since the 14th century. His spirit is willing but I'm not sure about the legs. Peter left Austria just before the outbreak of the war. His older brother Louis fought with distinction on the Russian front, surrendered to the Americans at the end, and was turned over to the Russians - thank you very much - and spent five years in Siberia. Seven of his older brother's sons died fighting the Russkies.

Hitler did not take a shine to noble folk. Here's Heinz Guderian, the great tank commander, writing on Hitler in Panzer Leader:

To begin with, he did not feel awkward in the company of persons of a higher cultural background, particularly when the conversation dealt with art or music. Later on, certain elements of his closest entourage deliberately awakened in him a strong dislike for those people of a more spiritual nature and with a socially superior background. …

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