In May 1922, Dorothy
Thompson, reporting for the Philadelphia Public Ledger and its syndicate, wrote a feature article on the disappearance of Vienna’s coffee houses. She suggested that the closing of many such establishments represented the passing of cafes from the lives of Viennese.
She saw the demise of the coffee houses resulting
from the disappearance of the old bourgeoisie (because of the poverty of the
middle class) and from changing tastes of workers who were interested in other kind of
entertainment – often involving wine and schnaps. Also she found that artists were going less often to cafes,
mainly because successful ones had become snobs and the others could not afford
the entrance fee -- a cup of coffee.
Thompson’s article pointed
to the passing of Vienna's coffee houses as “another sign of the decay which is
everywhere apparent in the city.” Then she recounted the importance of coffee
houses for Vienna’s great composers, writers, and artists. She mentioned the cafés
preferred by Beethovan, Mozart, and those frequented by writers such as
Grillparzer and Schnitzler. She went on to write about cafés preferred by famous
artists of the day. In doing so, she provided a good guide to Vienna cafés that
had hosted the intellectuals of the city in the past and many that continued to
do so in 1922.
The Reporter: The Career of Dorothy Thompson
When
Thompson wrote this article, she had been reporting from Vienna for about 18
months. She had arrived in late February, 1921 to write for the Philadelphia Public Ledger. Her story
is one of improbable success.
At the age of 27, in June 1920, she and a friend had set
sail from New York for London with about $500 between them. They had a plan to
support themselves by selling stories to American newspapers. Neither had previously worked as journalists.
It was quickly clear that Thompson had both a knack for
reporting and the enormous drive needed to succeed. It didn’t hurt that she was
as attractive as she was energetic. At first, she worked part time writing press
releases for the Red Cross in London, then in Paris, to help support herself as
she wrote stories to sell to newspapers. She had some notable successes as a
freelancer and soon caught the attention of American editors working in Europe.
In January 1921, she convinced an editor for the Philadelphia Public Ledger to give her
credentials as its correspondent in Vienna. She agreed to be paid “space rates,”
which meant that she received no salary, but was compensated based on the
inches of her articles published by the paper. Her output was so prodigious that in May 1921, she was promoted from “space rate” to a salaried reporter. That was her status when this
article was written.
Thompson stayed in Vienna until in the middle of 1925 when she
was promoted to be chief of the Philadelphia
Public Ledger’s bureau in Berlin. Her career as a daily reporter ended in May
1928, when she married novelist Sinclair Lewis.
In the following eight years, she wrote articles for
numerous newspapers and magazines (including the Saturday Evening Post). She
lived in Vermont, but made frequent trips to Europe to gather material for her
articles. In March 1936, Thompson was hired by the New York Herald Tribune to
write a syndicated column, which she titled “On the Record.” It was published three
times a week without interruption for 22 years. At the height of its popularity, the column
was read by 8 to 10 million people each time it appeared. In the 1939, Dorothy
Thompson was recognized by Time
magazine as the second most influential woman in the United States. Eleanor
Roosevelt was deemed the most influential.
The Recovery of
Austria and Vienna’s Coffee Houses
When Thompson wrote about the passing of coffee houses in mid-1922,
Austria was in the middle of a great devaluation of its currency, economic
times were difficult, and the outlook for the nation was grim. Paul Hofmann in
his book The Viennese mentioned that
many coffee houses went out of existence during this period. So, Thompson was
reading in the newspapers of the closings and decided that they would continue.
Fortunately, these businesses were much more resilient than she
expected. When the Viennese could afford it again, they returned to their Cafés
again. The Austrian economy picked up after currency reforms in 1923 and 1924.
After that, Vienna cafés thrived until most were forced to close following the German-Austrian
Anschluss in 1938.
Although, Thompson’s article may not have accurately predicted the future of Vienna’s coffee houses, it did provide a good description of their role in the lives of famous and not-so-famous Viennese. A copy of the typed manuscript of the article written for the Philadelphia Public Ledger is in the Dorothy Thompson Papers at the Special Collections Library of Syracuse University. An annotated transcription of this manuscript (which is out of copyright) follows.
Although, Thompson’s article may not have accurately predicted the future of Vienna’s coffee houses, it did provide a good description of their role in the lives of famous and not-so-famous Viennese. A copy of the typed manuscript of the article written for the Philadelphia Public Ledger is in the Dorothy Thompson Papers at the Special Collections Library of Syracuse University. An annotated transcription of this manuscript (which is out of copyright) follows.
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The Passing of the Vienna Coffee House
By Dorothy Thompson
May 9, 1922
Vienna: --
During the past few weeks the Vienna press has carried every
few days an announcement to the effect that this or that café would close after
a certain date because it was no longer making money. This wholesale shutting
down of coffee houses has attracted attention to what has been going on in
greater or less degree during the past two years. The Vienna coffee house is
passing. This is only another sign of the decay which is everywhere apparent in
this city which was once the Paris of Central Europe, and perhaps the common
sense man will hold it frivolous to bemoan the death of this particular
institution in a city so bowed with serious grief and deprivations. But no
institution in Vienna has played a more charming part in its history, and all
true lovers of the home of Beethoven, Mozart, Brahms, and Johann Strauss must
experience a peculiarly poignant regret that the coffee house, symbol of
“gemutlichkeit”, that untranslatable quality which means comfort, tolerance,
good humor, kindliness, and hospitality, all in one word, is passing. With the
passing of the café, goes, one feels, “Alt Wien”, gay, artistic, sentimental,
lovable; whose spirit has persisted stubbornly, in spite of the peace treaty,
the dismemberment of the country, and the frightful poverty, down to this very
day.
In Vienna, as in Paris, the coffee house has always been
very closely related to the artistic life of the city. The old Paris Bohemians,
recently mourned by Clement Vautel1, in the columns of the Paris Journal, had their favorite
cafes, and have perpetuated their names in immortalis. The Closerie des Lilas2,
on the corner of the Boulevard Montparnasse3 and the Avenue de
L’Observatoire, opposite the entrance to the Petite Jardin, will be remembered
by everyone who knows the poems of Paul Verlaine4. George Moore5
in his memoirs of Manet, Monet, Degas, the great French impressionists, has
made the Nouvelle Athene6 as familiar to us as the Louvre. And so,
in Vienna, one may find in a dozen little coffee houses which it is a
particular job to hunt down in their little side street, intimate memoirs of
Beethoven, Brahms, Schubert, Mozart, and of the King of Light Opera, Johann
Strauss.
Like the Cafes of the French artists, these rendezvous of
the Vienna musicians are usually small, sometimes even squalid, full of little
stained marble topped tables, with dark corners where one may sit over a Kaffe
Schwartz or a kummel7, and dream of the glorious old days when the
world’s masters sat here also.
One may, that is to say, if one can discover a coffee house
still open for guests. Alas, most of them have been shut down under the hard
times of the past three years. One can still seek out a dingy little place near
the Schwartzspanierhaus8 where Beethoven often drank a black coffee
and talked with his friends. Beethoven was a restless soul. He often changed
his dwelling place and as often his favorite coffee house. The whole city is
rich in memories of him. So also with Mozart, who like Beethoven, changed his
residence often. Yet there is a café on one of the courtyards of the old
“Freihaus,”9 a great old housing complex, to which Mozart was
longest faithful. It was a vaulted ceiling and little dingy window, and in
summer, when the Vienna sunshine is as hot as in New York, it looks out upon an
uninspiring and eye-blistering expanse of gravel, yet by one of those window
Mozart used often to sit and dream, and there he composed some of the loveliest
passage of “The Magic Flute.”
Shubert’s favorite rendezvous was “Die Silberne Café”10,
a little hole in the wall in the Plankengasse, near the Neue Markt. The great
opera singer, Maria Jeritza,11 has an apartment within a stone’s
throw of this place today. Beethoven used also to come to “Die Silberne Café”
to meet his friend Schubert, and Schubert’s great crony, Grillparzer, the
famous Austrian playwright. You may not enter the Silberne today. Its doors are
closed, probably forever.
Vienna is mourning the twenty-fifth anniversary of the death
of Brahms, and is playing his music in all the concert houses night after
night. One cannot think of Brahms, in Vienna, without instantly seeing in the
mind’s eye the Karl’s Kirche, that strange but effective hodge podge of
architecture in the neighborhood of which Brahms lived. He loved that church,
and remarked upon the beauty of its great green dome and its two weird round
towers, which always seem other-worldly in the Vienna twilight, on the very
night that he died. The Karl’s Church, and the Café Apfel12 one
always associates with the great master. The Café Apfel is just behind the
Technical High School, and in the old days was almost entirely frequented by
students. Nevertheless, Brahms spent almost every afternoon there, in the
company of his three bosom friends, Makart and Cannon, the painters, and
Tilgnor, the sculptor.13 Day after day these four artists played a
game of billiards with skittle, while the little students looked on.
Johann Strauss, of Blue Danube frame, whose spiritual
children are legion in Vienna – does not half the light opera of the world
still hail from here – was another coffee-house habitué. He used to meet his
friends every afternoon in the Café Dobner14, on the Linke
Wienzeile. The Café Dobner was, and is, a rendezvous of actresses and actors,
now indeed of motion picture starts and of variety-show artists. The artists “Stock
exchange” is here. At every Easter time all the provincial actors, seek, find,
and renew engagements around the little marble topped tables.
Johann Strauss used to play billiards here with the two
great comedians, Girardi and Blasel15. Poor Girardi. He married the
great Helene Odilon16, Vienna’s favorite of the moment, an actress
of the Burg Theater (The National theater) but she, becoming enamored of a rich
man, sought to divorce him, and failing would have committed him to an insane
asylum had not the Emperor, Francis Joseph, interfered himself. It was Katarine
Schratt, the Belle amis of the emperor, and an old friend of Girardi’s to whom
the persecuted man went for protection. There was a scandal and the rich lover
dropped the pretty Odilon like a hot cake. Not that that mattered much to
Odilon, in those palmy days. How long ago they seem; and yet they were not long
ago. Strauss is dead, and Girardi is dead, but Odilon still lives. I saw her
selling postcards the other day in the Hotel Bristol. I shall tell all of her
story one day for the Public Ledger.
The coffee houses are closing, and in any event, they are
not what they were. For one thing the modern Vienna artist is not so bohemian,
so careless, so democratic, as the great old masters were. When they become
famous, they likewise become prosperous – in foreign valutas. The great Richard
Strauss, who wields his baton over his own operas – Salome, Rosencavelier,
Electra, Die Frau Ohne Schatten – in the state opera, goes also to America,
plays in the New York symphony, and to England. He is an elegant gentleman, and
one does not think of him in the corner of some dingy little café. Nor does one
see him there!
Young Korngold, whose opera “Die Tote Stadt” introduced the
great Jeritza to America last autumn, is not so much an arrive, and is by
nature, simple and democratic17. So he keeps alive the old
tradition, and patronizes the coffee house. And the musical comedy writers, who
compose half the arias which we hum to ourselves, as we leave our offices or
make the beds, or saunter down the street, in London, or in New York, or in
Kalamazoo, remain faithful to the coffee house to the last.
The Café Museum is their rendezvous.18 It is in the Opern Platz, a stone’s
throw from the offices of the American Relief Administration. Here still come
Franz Lehar, the composer of “The Merry Widow”, and of “Gypsy Love”; Leo Fall,
composer of “The Dollar Princess”; Kalman, who wrote “The Gypsy Princess” and
Oscar Strauss, of “The Waltz Dream” and “The Last Waltz.”19 Reinhardt, the great Berlin theater director
always looks into this café when he is in Vienna.20 For twenty years
a table has been reserved in a quiet corner of the big room, where the musical
comedy composers gather. Many a song has been scribbled off in pencil on the
marble table. Futurist and expressionist painters, the young artists of Vienna,
also make the Museum a rendezvous.
Most painters, however, patronize the Café Payer21,
a coffee house in the vicinity of “The Secession”, the gallery where these
painters who are neither academic nor radical, exhibit their work three times a
year. Here you can find Gerstenbrand22, the artist who made the
drawings on this page, when you don’t find him in the Secession itself, or in
the tiny café under the exhibition room. He complains bitterly that the Payer
is not as it was of old; bourgeoisie (like myself) with mere money come in and
are waited on. In the old days it was sufficient to be an artist or a man of
letters to get the promptest service – if you couldn’t pay, well, perhaps you could
next week. But there is no longer any culture in Vienna! So they wail, the
artists, and for revenge, draw sketches of the “Schieber” (Profiteer) patrols
on the marble-topped tables, exaggerating paunches and jaws. When the proprietor
comes to their table for a hearty “Good Day,” they slip the little metal tray
which holds their Turkish coffee, water glass, and liqueur over the sketch. If
he discovers it they must treat him to a Schnapps. The artists are the poorest,
and the gayest, the most Viennese people in Vienna.
Among the playwrights and novelists who love the coffee
houses are Arthur Schnitzler, whose sixty-fifth anniversary is celebrated this
month in Vienna, with revivals of his plays in all of the theaters, and Franz
Molnar.23 Molnar is a Hungarian, but when he come to Vienna, as he
occasionally does, for a rehearsal or a premier of one of his plays, he spends
his free time in a coffee house. Schnitzler’s favorite coffee house, in the
Herrn Gasse (sic) is nicknamed “Café Conceit.”24 There is something
Shavian about Schnitzler25. He does not hide his light under a
bushel.
But the artists cafes are only one branch of this remarkable
institution. There are special cafes for journalists. The Café Landmann (sic)
is one. Here you may get the world’s newspapers, receive phone calls, leave message
with your own particular waiter, keep office hours, write copy, get a messenger
boy to post your telegrams26. The Vienna journalist makes the café
workroom, reading room, club and home.
The low bourgeoisie have their cafes also. Perhaps the Café
Frauengruber is the best surviving example of his type of coffee house.27
Here grocers and cobblers play cards, usually the famous game of Taroque,
beloved by the old Austrian emperor. Here from time unknown the small tradesman
has drunk his beer and eaten his cheese, hugged the waitress, and sometimes
given her a smacking kiss, listened to a lone violinist, smoked his “Virginia”
cigar, a singularly long thin weed, and complained about the bad and changed
generation.
The People’s Cafes are a step lower in the coffee house
social scale. Here the music may be furnished may be furnished by an accordion,
and the intimacy between the guests and waitresses is even more genial.
And, alas, there is still another café: the Schieber café.28
That, too, is passing, as the profiteers, who, at the close of the war made
considerable fortunes in smuggled goods and illicit trade, become absorbed into
legitimate commercial life. I can remember the Café Atlantis, however, a year
ago. It is a great gaudy, showy place, on the Ring, opposite the Imperial
Hotel, the last place you would look for anything illegal. Yet here, for a
flick of the eyelid toward the waiter, you could be put in touch with someone –
at a neighboring table – who would sell you anything you liked, or buy from you
anything you had to sell from old clothes to goblins. I remember a little black
haired Italian girl, who used to flit from table to table. People told us she
was the greatest illicit trader in East Europe, and that through her hands
passed art treasures, old furniture, pictures, bronzes, porcelains, and what
not. She made a fortune in buying objects d’art in Vienna, at the Café
Atlantis, and selling them in Italy – to American tourists. One could even buy
passports in the Café Atlantis, if one came with the right legitimation.
Why is the coffee house passing? Are the artists all
becoming snobs, when successful, and if unsuccessful are they too poor for even
the cup of coffee which is the only entrance fee? Is the old bourgeois passing?
But certainly it is; it is almost dead, and the new middle class likes better
the movies and the dansarts in the Hotel Bristol. Even the workers, who are
better able, at present, to afford the coffee house than the impoverished
middle classes, look for amusement elsewhere. Times are hard in Vienna; there
is the maddening fear always, that tomorrow the almost worthless money will be
quite, quite worthless; for today is it well to drown ones fears – not in
coffee, but in wine, or schnaps. The decline of the coffee house is marked by
the rise of the saloon – in its specific Viennese form, The “Heurige”. But the
growth of the “Heurige” is another story.
May 9, 1922
ADDENDUM:
These are the Alfred Gerstenbrand sketches used to illustrate Dorothy Thompson's article published under the headline "Passing of Vienna's Coffee Houses, Where Geniuses Met, Sign of Decay in Erstwhile Paris of Central Europe". In The Brooklyn Daily Eagle, June 18, 1922, p. 70.
1.
Clement
Vautel is the pseudonym of Vautel Clement (1876-1954) French journalist and
author.
3.
The Montparnasse was the heart of intellectual
and artistic life of Paris in the 1920s and 1930s. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montparnasse
4.
Paul Verlaine (1844-1896) was a French poet
associated with the Symbolist movement. He was a renowned representative of the
fin de siècle in international and French poetry. See: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Verlaine
5.
George Moore (1852-1933) was an Irish novelist,
poet, art critic, and dramatist who lived in Paris from 1873 to 1880, where he
met many of the great artists of the day. The book referenced here is likely
either Impressions and Opinions (1891)
and Modern
Painting (1893). See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Moore_(novelist)
6.
Novelle Athene was a café in Place Pigalle in
Paris. It was the meeting place for famous impressionist painters, including
Matisse, Van Gogh, and Degas. A picture of the café is here: http://aminouve.free.fr/photos/Lieux/Place%20Pigalle/Nouvelle%20Athenes/PLACE/L%27immeuble/1925.jpg
8.
The Schwarzspanierhaus is where Beethoven lived
from October 1825 until his death on March 26, 1827. It is located at
Schwarspanierstrasse 15 in the 9th district. See http://www.aeiou.at/bt-sth-k.htm
9.
The Freihaus was a huge residential complex that
was on land owned by the Starhemberg family, located across from vacant land (a
strip of land for the defense of Vienna) from the inner city of Vienna, close
to the Staatsoper. It was torn down in the late 1930s. A silent video showing
the complex in the 1930s is located here: http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freihaus_auf_der_Wieden
10.
Located in the 1st District, Die
Silberne Café (Die Silberne Kaffeehaus) was opened in 1808. It was famous for
serving coffee and food using silver carafes, platters, and other service
items. Also, coats were hung on silver coat hooks. This café was the first literary
café where famous authors (e.g. Grillparzer and Raimund) came regularly.
11.
Maria Jeritza (1887-1982) was a famed opera
singer at the Vienna State Opera from 1912 to 1932. See http://www.nytimes.com/1982/07/11/obituaries/maria-jeritza-star-of-opera-s-golden-age-dies-at-94.html
12.
I have no information about Café Apfel. It was located
close to the Musikverein, which is near Karls Kirche and the old Technical High
School.
13.
Hans Makart (1840-1884) see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hans_Makart;
Hans or Johann Canon (1829-1885), see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hans_Canon;
and Viktor Tilgner (1844-1896), see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viktor_Oskar_Tilgner
14.
The location is across the street from the
Secession. A picture of Café Dobner in 1895 is here: http://www.imc.tuwien.ac.at/history/06_85.htm;
Inside the café in 1900: http://www.gettyimages.com/detail/news-photo/cafe-dobner-about-1900-photograph-im-caf%C3%A9-dobner-wien-news-photo/166420097;
In 1933, it began hosting performances of a cabaret called “Literature on
Naschmarkt.” http://www.kinthetop.at/forschung/kinthetop_6_LiteraturamNaschmarktDetail01.html
15.
Alexander Giradi (1850-1918). See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_Girardi;
Karl Blasel (1831-1922), see http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karl_Blasel
16.
The story of Helen Odilon (1865-1939) was a sad
one. She was a famous, celebrated actress who took on roles for 13 years at
Vienna’s most prestigious theater (The German National Theater). She had a
stroke that partially paralyzed her in 1903 and suffered the loss of wealth
over time, finally living in poverty. Some time after Thompson saw her selling
postcards, she received a small pension from the National Theater and was
provided an apartment in a retirement house in nearby Baden. See http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helene_Odilon
17.
Erich Wolfgang Korngold (1897-1957). His opera,
Die Tote Stadt, premiered on Dec. 4, 1920. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Die_tote_Stadt
18.
The Café Museum, opened in 1899, is still serving
customers at its original location. The original interior was designed by
Alfred Loos, but was altered in the late 1930s. Its interior was partially
restored in 2003. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caf%C3%A9_Museum,
http://cargocollective.com/adolfloos/Cafe-Museum,
and http://www.galinsky.com/buildings/cafemuseum/
19.
Franz Lehar (1870-1948), Emmerich Kalman
(1882-1953, and Oscar Straus (1870-1958) were famous mainly for their
operattas, many of which were very popular in Vienna. See
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmerich_K%C3%A1lm%C3%A1n,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franz_Leh%C3%A1r,
and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscar_Straus_(composer)
20.
Max Reinhardt (born Maximilian Goldmann)
(1873-1943) was born in Baden by Vienna and gained fame as a theater director
in Berlin (1902-1933). He was a co-founder of the famous Salzburg Festival. He
immigrated to the United States in the late 1930s where he taught acting and
directed films. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Reinhardt
21.
This café was still in existence in 1930.
22.
Alfred Gerstenbrand (1891-1977) was a painter,
lithographer, and illustrator. He joined the Secessionist movement, then later
joined the Wiener Kunstlerhaus, where he was a professor from 1935 to 1951.
Some examples of his art recently sold at auction can be seen here: http://www.artnet.com/artists/alfred-gerstenbrand/past-auction-results.
Note that some of his illustrations were sent with Thompson’s article to
accompany it.
23.
Arthur
Schnitzler (1862-1931) and Ferenc (Franz) Molnar (1878-1952) were famous
writers. See http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/explainer/1999/07/who_is_arthur_schnitzler.html
and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferenc_Moln%C3%A1r
24.
Likely “Café Conceit” is the famous Café Central.
It was located on Herrengasse and reopened there in recent years. Schnitzler was
a regular at Café Griensteidl until it was abolished in 1897.
25.
Shavian means in the manner of George Bernard
Shaw, who apparently was not a shrinking violet.
26.
The Café Landtmann, located on the Ring next to
the Burgtheater, is still a popular attraction in Vienna. See its website here:
http://www.landtmann.at/ and a short
history here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Landtmann.
Later in the 1920s, Café Louvre became the regular meeting place of
Anglo-American journalists in Vienna.
27.
Likely Thompson meant Café Frauenhuber, located
on Himmelpfortgasse in the 1st District. It still exists and is one
of the oldest cafes in Vienna and probably the oldest that has been continuously
operated. The website for this café is http://cafefrauenhuber.at/.
A short historical note about the café is found at http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caf%C3%A9_Frauenhuber.
28.
“Schieber café” is not the name of a café, but
refers to cafés where profiteers and black market traders met to make deals. An
earlier article by Thompson (published in August 1921) described in some detail
the dealings at Café Atlantis.
What an interesting article, although a trip to modern Vienna suggests the coffee houses are still very much alive! That said, it is hard to avoid a certain sense of loss in the present-day city: the museums are full of work from that incredibly fertile creative period before the first world war, but the vibrancy is no longer there (Freud actually called it "sperm in the air").
ReplyDeleteI wrote about my weekend in the coffee houses here.
Thank you for your comment. I enjoyed reading about your visits to Vienna cafes/coffee houses at www.slip-of-the-tongue.com. You were brave to down so much coffee, and the cost was surely not trivial. I have not been to Cafe Frauenhuber, but will visit it the next time in am in Vienna. I would have recommended a stop to Cafe Sperl on Gumperdorferstrasse.
ReplyDeleteAbout Vienna: I spent the 1967-68 and 1971-72 academic years in the city. At that time, it seemed ruled by aging Hausfraus who always seemed to have a long, short dog walking beside them on a leash. Many, of course, were war widows. In those years, the city -- with a very homogeneous population -- closed down before 10 pm. Present Vienna is a great improvement over that, with a much younger, international, and energetic feel. Because the city is no longer the capital of a huge empire, it no longer attracts the most talented writers, musicians, and artists from the Austro-Hungarian region. Nevertheless, it seems to me to do be pretty well in the arts for a small country.