Chapter 2 When Money Dies The dollar is rising, let us fall. Why should we be more stable than our currency? Klausmann. Loser pays all. For most people, the new age started with big hopes. Many people who had emerged from the war unscathed looked for a job and quickly found one. Others simply carried on where they had stopped four years before. Craftsmen, doctors, and owners of small businesses announced their return to civilian life via small ads. The newspapers were full of reports of survival. Back from the field, Dr. Tzukamam, ear, nose and throat. 42 Gornavaldstrasse Back home, Alois Fylshinfet, except all kinds of brick-laying work. Released from military service, I have resumed my consultations, dentist, Carl Feuer, modern tooth replacement specialist.
第二章 当金钱消亡
美元在升值,让我们下跌。为什么我们应该比我们的货币更稳定?Klausmann. 输家承担一切。
对于大多数人来说,新时代带来了巨大的希望。许多在战争中幸存下来的人寻找工作并迅速找到了。一些人只是继续四年前中断的生活。工匠、医生和小企业主通过小广告宣布他们重返平民生活。报纸上满是关于生存的报道。
Dr. Tzukamam,耳鼻喉科,从战场归来。地址:Gornavaldstrasse 42。Alois Fylshinfet回到家中,承接各种砌砖工作。被解除军职后,我已恢复诊疗服务。牙医Carl Feuer,现代牙齿修复专家。
The advertisements proliferated endlessly, and not just the advertisements. Even though the war was lost and in spite of the unrest in the country, the economy revived surprisingly quickly. All over the place, people were making plans, developing business ideas, imagining a new life for themselves. The newspapers' small ad pages were filled with people seeking and finding each other. After four years of mayhem, the economy needed to pull itself together again and establish connections. In the Fosse-Schutz Seitung, manufacturers sought wholesalers offering 2,600 scythes, four wagons of pickling jars, or 10 tons of metal screws. People with ideas sought people with money.
Large-scale capitalists sought for the exploitation of an extremely profitable import article. Guarantees available. And conversely, money looked for brains. Capitalist seeks lucrative business, cinema, and cabaret included. In the Berliner Taggablat alone, investors often found as many as 30 requests for capital per issue. Silent partner sought with circa 100,000 marks worth of capital outlay for the rational exploitation of profitable invention. Factories sought new functions. Factories seeks businessmen to manufacture its own articles, also takes manufacturing to account. Good location near Frankfurt-Bibra Express train station. Extended storage space for raw materials and connecting platforms for 20 railway goods carriages available.
Traveling salesman sought manufacturers to take their products on tour. Meanwhile, one manufacturer also sought a long-distance transporter with own convoy. Businessmen sought salespeople abroad, even overseas in Mexico, the Dutch East Indies, or the Portuguese colonies. Germans living abroad sought residents who could use their local knowledge and contacts. Trade even resumed with countries with which Germany had recently been at war. Suddenly, people were speaking French again, in spite of the lasting tensions, and practicing an accent that had been frowned upon during the war.
While the Düjada Konyak Company had only recently felt the need to assure consumers that in spite of its name, it was in fact 100% German, French dictionaries were now advertised. Bad pronunciation is an embarrassment, along with foreign language courses. Small ad markets are a true reflection of social needs and opportunities. Someone requested information about the precise location of a grave in Aleppo, seeking the bones of a fallen soldier by the name of Åghen Hünchierger in order to bring them home. In the advertisement below that, a woman asked if anyone had found a moleskin muff that she had lost outside the Philharmonie.
Countless companies needed workers, cleaning company directors, and models, sometimes called mannequins, foremen, headclarks, publicists, buyers, drivers. Some people who found such tasks too laborious looked for a capable wife instead, ideally a war widow who now had something to bring to the marriage. Seek dark-complexioned dark-haired lady with cheerful temperament and heart full of love, who will find joy in my five-year-old daughter. As I am keen to boost my business and I am in a position to provide a useful outlay of capital, considerable assets are required, even though I would never marry for that reason. Photograph desirable, I could never be indiscreet.
The more open we are, the sooner we reach our goal. Others wanted to settle down comfortably straight away. Twin brothers want to marry into well-run grain business. That sounds a bit direct today, but it might not have been entirely senseless at the time. The war had cost 2.4 million German soldiers their lives and skewed the marriage market in favor of the remaining men. The fact that they were fewer in number made the men look more valuable than they perhaps were. The country took an upturn that surprised the victorious powers. While the mood in France and Britain was darkened by pressing economic concerns, the Germans had full employment, in spite of the fact that they had lost the war, in spite of the reparations imposed upon them.
How is that possible? The answer lay in the printing trade. The Reichspank simply printed out more money. They had become accustomed to this simple method of increasing the money supply during the war. In order to finance the essentially unaffordable battles of attrition, in 1914 they had opted for two strategies. First, they borrowed the money from the German citizens in the form of government bonds. And second, if they were still short of anything, they simply went back to the printing press. In 1913, there had been two billion marks in circulation. In 1919, it was 45 billion. In the meantime, the state had put itself in debt 30 times over, from 5 billion marks to 153 billion. This inflationary practice was commonplace in all the warring nations. An insufficient thought had been given to the question of how the borrowed money might be repaid to the country's citizens and the economy brought under control once the war was over.
All nations were equally convinced that they were going to win the war and that whoever lost would have to pay up in the end. In 1915, Karl Heufrich, Secretary of State in the Treasury, had promised the Germans that they would be able to saddle the losers with this terrible burden after the inevitable victory. The instigators of the war have earned the lead weight of the billions. They can carry it down the decades, rather than us. While the sons were fighting in the fields, their fathers were giving credit to the state. It didn't occur to them for a moment that they wouldn't get the money back. The Frenchies would have to pay up in the form of interest and interest on interest. Their enemies were thinking in exactly the same way. They too acted accordingly to the motto loser pays all when they dictated the peace conditions to the Germans in Versailles.
In one of the first instalments of reparation payments for the war damage suffered by the Victor states, Germany was expected to pay 20 billion gold marks. Faced with such rosy financial prospects, the British and the French looked at their books and switched from an inflationary war economy to a thrifty peacetime budget. They cut back on all social spending, saved wherever they could, and relied on money from Germany. The prospect of reparation payments emboldened them to undertake the necessary economic fasting cure. For the Germans, on the other hand, this kind of economic realism was rendered impossible by their hopeless situation. Their mountain of debts was unimaginably huge. The state was still 98 billion marks in the red, even without the victor's demands. With debts on that scale, the very idea of saving was out of the question.
On that logic, the coalition governments of the first years of VIMA simply continued with the inflationary policy of the war economy. Instead of weapons, they were now producing social welfare payments. The Social Democrats, the strongest party in the coalition, were under particularly enormous pressure to provide a successful and legitimate government. If they didn't just want to defeat the communists militarily, they had to prove that the revolution had been worth it for the country's citizens. Large-scale social packages, as they would be called today, were pulled together. The social services, grants and work creation measures further inflated the state budget, but for a while, it looked as if the inflation rate might actually fall. State intervention created workplaces. Things looked brighter, particularly for the industrial workforce and for low and mid-ranking clerical workers.
As the value of the Reichsmag declined, with the printing presses churning out new notes, German products abroad became cheaper. Exports rose. Unemployment fell. In spite of patriotic appeals to their governments, the British and French brought up more than affordable quality goods from Germany in enormous quantities. For now, the fact that the mark was constantly losing value was no concern for people who had no savings. The main thing was that wages were rising to the same extent, or even a bit faster. The mad times of hyperinflation were yet to come. The biggest losers in all of this weren't the have-nots, but the middle class, the savers. The security-conscious members of the cultured middle class had traditionally put any excess income into savings, and now, month by month, they were watching their assets lose value.
To make matters worse, they were the ones who had bought the most bonds and patriotically helped to finance the war. Inflation dramatically devalued the claims they could make on the state. In the end, the 98 billion marks of debt that the state had incurred among its citizens weren't worth much more than a sack of potatoes. Small wonder that everyone who had lent money to the Kaiser in good faith now felt cheated by what was known in many circles as the Republic of the November criminals. What was being played out quite openly was what John Maynard Keynes had recognized in 1919. By a continuous process of inflation, governments can confiscate, secretly, and unobserved an important part of the wealth of their citizens.
A second pillar of the recently affluent middle class also fell away, rental income. Doctors, professors, and senior civil servants regularly boosted their livelihoods with rental properties. For reasons of social policy, however, the new state imposed a rent freeze, which helped tenants to survive during the periods of inflation, but also deprived landlords of an income that they desperately needed. While some employers adjusted their workers' wages to reflect the devaluation of the currency on a weekly basis, the state went in the opposite direction. People who worked for the state came to see their employer as a swindler. It paid their wages every three months in the form of an advance. The higher inflation rose, the faster the prepaid money lost its value.
As a result, a professor with ten years' service at a university could end up earning half the amount of an unemployed worker simply because unemployment benefit was paid out on a monthly basis. Live for the moment. Inflation was whipping out the ground from under the feet of the very people who saw themselves as pillars of society, and who had for that reason long felt protected by the state. The main beneficiaries of inflation, on the other hand, were debtors. Apart from the debt-ridden state itself, these included business people who had invested in credit, landowners whose farms were heavily in debt, speculators with borrowed capital. They all had cause for celebration. They had only to recalculate their debts into dollars or loaves of bread to see that their burdens were miraculously getting smaller.
The winners were anyone who lived on tick, the losers, anyone who economized in the traditional way. Honest people were made to look like fools. The conviction was rife among socially conservative citizens that they were living in a republic of rogues. Anyone who was unable or unwilling to speculate, anyone tied to a system of fixed incomes and who had to work their way gradually up established hierarchies quickly came to see themselves as losers. Many senior officials who had easily been able to afford a maid and a gardener before the war now found themselves mowing their own lawns and cleaning their own kitchens. Made servants now demanded the same wages as secretaries and their employers worried about how long they would be able to afford to pay them.
From June 1922, the value of the mark against the dollar had fallen monthly by 50%. Early in 1923, it went into freefall. Two developments were crucially responsible for hyperinflation: the withdrawal of foreign investors after the assassination of Valteratanao and another rise, an incredible one this time, in state spending after the French occupation of the Roer. The murder of the foreign minister who was highly respected abroad and always determined to achieve fair play was just one of the many acts of far-right violence. But this attack attracted a great deal of international attention and confirmed many foreign investors in their fear that Germany was turning into a banana republic and was liable to sink into political chaos.
They became increasingly hesitant to invest even though the falling value of the Reichsmark made economic commitments very enticing. The loss of foreign capital meant the loss of many jobs and further inflated the state budget by raising the cost of social services. With the occupation of the industrial horror in January 1923, inflation spiraled completely out of control. A hundred thousand French soldiers invaded the region on the grounds that Germany had deliberately fallen behind with reparation payments. To reinforce their demands, the French wanted to cut off German industry from its raw materials and redirect the coke, coal, and steel into their own country.
In spite of brutal attempts at intimidation, however, the workers refused to go to the smelting furnaces or down the mines for the occupying forces. Over a hundred and fifty thousand people, not only workers but officials and office clerks, were violently expelled from the Roer. The rest went on striking or sometimes, with the help of Freikop's members, engaged in acts of sabotage. For a while the German public pulled together as they had during the domestic political truce, Borgfried declared during the war. It was only on the far right that people went on mocking what was known as the policy of fulfilment, an agreement to repay reparations with a view to renegotiating the deal in due course.
But there was little sign in government of its supposed submissiveness towards the victorious forces. On the contrary, in order to maintain resistance against the occupation, the state went on paying damages to the Roer companies and wages to the approximately two million striking workers. These strikers were known as Künner pensioners, after the acting non-party-aligned Wilhelm Künner, President Iberts, 6th Chancellor. To keep them fed, the government went on printing money for almost nine months in vast quantities.
More than five thousand printing works were now churning out notes on behalf of the Reichspank. New bills were constantly being designed to make the money manageable in terms of weight at least, so that people didn't always have to go to the bakers with a wheelbarrow full of notes. In November, a pound of rye bread cost a thousand billion marks. In February 1923, the 100,000 mark note entered circulation. This was followed within eight months by the 50 million mark note, the 200 billion and finally the 100 trillion note. The Germans might not have had much of an idea what was going on, but they could still count, never again were they such masters at calculating numbers with 12 zeros as they were in the autumn of 1923.
It took some people a matter of seconds to work out how long they could survive on the trillions they had in their pockets, but the 100 trillion note marked the end. It was the largest denomination ever printed on a German bank note. As if this record had been predicted, the 100 trillion mark note was particularly fine to look at, a masterpiece of the money maker's art. It was truly heart rending that such trouble should have been taken with such a debilitated currency. On the right hand edge of the note, there was a symbol of German culture, Albrecht Dürer's portrait of the humanist Villibite Pilchheimer.
The watermark was a row of thistles, a complicated braiding of lines artfully made the note difficult to forge, but who would have wanted to forge it? This absurd level of accuracy didn't enhance the note's value. According to a widespread story, some thieves stole a whole laundry basket full of money. They threw away the money and kept the basket. The faster hyperinflation rose, the more difficult it became to do business. But many people had become rich and richer, not in spite of hyperinflation, but because of it.
Hugo Stinnis, a major industrialist from the horror known as the inflation king, exploited it on a grand scale. Unlike most other classic steel barons, Stinnis was a deft financial juggler, who swiftly converted the profits he had made in foreign currencies into Reichsmacht, to buy companies which were on paper at least, now more valuable than they had been shortly before. When Stinnis died at the age of 54 in 1924, he owned a 1,535 businesses with 3,000 factories and different branches. These included 81 mines, 56 iron and steel works, 57 banks and insurance companies, 37 refineries and oil fields, as well as 389 trading and transport companies.
Hugo Stinnis 是一位重要的工业家,他被称为"通货膨胀之王",并且在这场经济灾难中进行大规模的投机。与其他经典的钢铁大亨不同,Stinnis 是一位熟练的金融操作者,他迅速将通过外币赚取的利润换成德国马克,用来购买那些在账面上价值显著提升的公司。Stinnis 于1924年去世,享年54岁。去世时,他拥有1535家企业和3000家工厂及不同的分支机构。其中包括81个矿山、56个钢铁厂、57家银行和保险公司、37个炼油厂和油田,以及389家贸易和运输公司。
30 ships sailed under the Stinnis flag between Hamburg and Central America and in the seas around East Asia. There were many businessmen like him on larger and smaller scales, they sold their products abroad and bought up one company after another back home with their increasingly valuable dollars. With this flight into material assets, the important thing was to be even faster than inflation. These new investments allowed them to borrow large sums on the assumption that these would have greatly declined in value when it came to paying them back.
Consequently, it was possible to get richer and richer on the never-never, a route from which less credit worthy people were, of course, excluded. Even during hyperinflation things looked good for the asset rich. The cars became sleeker, the magazines glossier, horse racing enjoyed a boom and sailing regattas continued to be held. Many people had a sense that the Social Democratic Republic had become the plaything of a tiny elite. The more cunning among the world to do were joined by a new species, Rafkis and Sheba, spivs and money-grabbers, who put their wealth even more visibly on display.
They made huge profits on black market deals and currency speculation. In the afterword to his novel Rafkot and Kor, the best-selling author, Artoa Lansberger, identified the Sheba as a new genus that learned to walk during the war. Someone who goes against the grain, with brushes on his teeth, who soaps himself with whipped cream and makes mincemeat with his razor blade, a gibbon whose arms are as long as his conscience is broad, with a fine-tuned sense and a completely new attitude, who has nothing in common with the people of former times but his language.
The state of the economy could be read from the dollar exchange rate. The dollar was rising hourly. The new rates were announced at midnight every day, delivering a judgment about the value or lack of it of people's remaining assets. Anyone who had been paid in rice marks had to convert them to a stable currency as quickly as possible. All over Berlin there were dollar booths, glass booths in the middle of the street where foreign currency can be exchanged.
Particularly notable was the way in which deals on the black stock market in Dusodov were conducted. Here on the border with the occupied horror, foreign currencies were exchanged openly in the street, US dollars or French and Belgian francs. On Kaiser Wilhelm Schreiser, the black stock market was formed of a dense knot of people that moved back and forth, whispering exchange rates to each other. Mingling with the crowd of very dubious criminal figures were exhausted women, old men, young lads offering clothes and bedland for sale, wrote the author Joseph Haught, shocked that he was supposed to pay more there for his lunch, 50 billion marks, when he would rather have had a vast and zauacolts standing up in a Berlin bar for 20.
在Dusodov的黑市交易方式尤其引人注目。这里靠近被占领的恐怖地带,外国货币在街上公开交换,可以看到美国美元,或者法郎和比利时法郎。在Kaiser Wilhelm Schreiser大街上,黑市交易就像一个密集的人群来回移动,低声互相传递汇率信息。在这些形迹可疑的犯罪人物中,还有一些疲惫不堪的妇女、老人和年轻小伙子,他们在售卖衣物和床上用品。作者约瑟夫·霍特对此感到震惊,因为在这里吃午餐竟然要花50亿马克,而他宁愿在柏林的酒吧里以20马克享用一大杯扎啤。
Anyone who didn't join in with the currency devaluation game slipped into penury. Bankruptcies accumulated and the numbers of unemployed people and beggars soared. They now define the cityscape panhandling in cafes and waiting outside factory gates and office blocks. One outraged Munich beggar threw back a bundle of 100 mark notes. You can keep that crap for yourself. Because many people who are still in work knew how quickly they too might lose their jobs, poverty sheds some of its stigma.
Donation-funded soup kitchens sprang up all over the place. Reporters strolled through the waiting rooms of the starving. Egon Alvin Kish, for example, had himself locked up in a night shelter. Hans Falada brought poverty closer to his readers by having his protagonists rise and fall through the social strata as if in a lift. Social mobility accelerated at a dizzying pace, like everything else during those years. Careers that had been on the rise suddenly took a tumble.
While there were food riots and grossest shops were looted, some people had enough money to go to the theatre at a cost of two trillion marks. But it was also possible to pay with two eggs. The play, my cousin Edward, by Fritz Friedman Friedrich, was running at the Commudian House in Berlin. The premier coincided with the height of hyperinflation. There has often been a lot of laughter, the local Ansaga reported, but never as much as this. You really can't stop laughing.
You didn't need much in the way of funds to enjoy inflation. A smart student from Heidelberg made the best of his family's financial collapse. Shortly after the start of hyperinflation, their savings, originally totalling 800,000 marks, had shrunk to a value that was just enough to buy a ticket to Holland. With that money, he travelled to Limburg and worked in the coal mine there until he had saved 50 gilder. Back in Heidelberg, he used the 50 gilder as security for a short-term bank loan, which he soon paid back with devalued money.
Then he took out a new loan and so on and so on. In the end, he still had in his pocket the 50 gilders, with which he had financed an entire year of study. Only people relatively uninhibited by traditional ideas of value were capable of that kind of resourcefulness. Anyone who stuck with the old German maxim that begging is better than borrowing soon found themselves facing destitution. Inflation rewarded the resourceful, not the virtuous.
Old people couldn't keep up. Things were easier for the young and quick-witted, who weren't overburdened with traditional notions of thrift. Reliance on past experience was punished with hunger, impulsiveness, with enormous wealth. The journalist Sebastian Haffner, 16 years old in 1923, would recall. In a memoir written in British exile in 1939, he reports on the astonishing transformations in his comrades, only a little older than himself.
The 21-year-old bank director appeared, as did the sixth former who followed the stock exchange advice of his slightly older friends. He wore Oscar Wilde ties, organized champagne parties, and supported his impoverished father. Beneath all this suffering, a feverish, hot-blooded youthfulness, lasciviousness, and a general carnival spirit flourished. Now, all of a sudden, it was the young and not the old who had the money. And it was money that kept its value only for a few hours. It was spent like never before or since, and not on the kind of things on which old people spent money. Inflation fed the cult of youth typical of the Weimar Republic, and confirmed the young in their arrogance and the old in their insecurity. Among affluent school students, it became the fashion to invest pocket money in shares.
The author Georg Hirschfeld described these young people brought up by inflation as world citizens without a world. They laughed their way through terrible pointlessness and want to travel far on the corpses of yesterday. Haffner experienced the effect Hyperinflation had on the life of his father, a senior Prussian officer, and the family in general. On the first of the month when his father's salary arrived, they had to spend the entire monthly allowance on non-perishable goods all at once. The whole family ran back and forth buying up huge cheeses, hams and hundred weights of potatoes. The maid brought the things home in a wheelbarrow. Monthly tickets for the underground were bought the same day before they went up in price again the next. Speed was vital, not least when it came to spending money.
Quick, get rid of the bills before they become even more worthless. Quick, my wife, here's another 10,000 marks. Buy something with it. It doesn't matter what, a pound of carrots, shirt buttons, the record she wants bananas from me, or a rope to hang ourselves with, but be quick, run fast. With these words, a man in Hans Falada's novel, Wolf Among Wolves, spurs his wife on to keep pace with the currency's devaluation. But money lost value faster than anyone could run. Flight into real goods was almost physically impossible. The pace required to keep up with the hyperinflation meant faster communication in every area of life. In 1923, Siemens came up with a special stock exchange telephone for currency trading, with which companies could conclude their transactions more quickly. While a currency purchase was being negotiated by telephone, the employee could consult the boss on a second line without interrupting the original conversation, an early form of modern conference switching.
The experience of the creeping death of money even altered people's neural circuits. There was a widespread sense of unreality, and any kind of monetary transaction put people's nerves on edge. Those undaunted by money's tendency to evaporate were gripped by a weird feeling of boldness, a sense of the impossible, of enormous changes in fortune that lurked behind the new thread-bear reality. There was talk of starving millionaires, an incongruous phrase that captured the ridiculous nature of everyday life. There were people with billions in their pockets and nothing in their bellies. Things were worsening by the day. The only miracle was that not everyone had already hit rock bottom. Friedrich Nietzsche's revaluation of all values was constantly being cited. The whole system of cultural values had gone into decline along with the value of their currency. Parents were worried about their children's morals. Love seemed to be following the example of money.
The more its importance was affirmed, the more its value dropped. The young people who learned to love in those days skipped romance and embraced cynicism, Haffner wrote. Older generations have always tended to believe that respectability is on the way out, but now young people themselves believed the same thing. Everyone is a match for everyone. It doesn't matter. This girl is a match for this boy, just as much as the next. The dollar is rising, let us fall. Why should we be more stable than our currency? Millions of underfed, corrupt, desperately lewd, furiously pleasure-seeking men and women twist and stumble away in a jazzy delirium. It was in these terms in his autobiography, The Turning Point, that Klaus Mann, the son of Tormus, described the capital's bohemian crowd into which he had fallen as an 18-year-old.
And in the Munich district of Schbarbing, things were no better. It was not without reason that the Bavarian Oskamaria Graf, who for a time-organized glamorous parties in return for money, invented the term sexual democracy. The faster money lost its value, the faster people danced. Ecstatic dancing on a busy dance floor dispelled all cares for now. The dance style that went with inflation was the almost rule-free shimmy, which had arrived in 1920. It involved ecstatically shaking the shoulders and hips in a very contemporary-looking way. It was danced in a very tight space with no touching between partners. You could only shimmy as part of a crowd, critic saw it as the end of social dancing, a whirling monument to loneliness. Inflation, new freedom and moral collapse. Otto Dickson-Co, see the Republic as one big brothel.
One of the social dividends of inflation was greater independence for women. It's no coincidence that the locus for this was on the dance floor. The dance hall clean tell now included a type of customer who had never been seen before. Unaccompanied women. Most of these were young shorthand typists and secretaries who visited the clubs alone or with girlfriends. To the puzzled observer from more conservative circles or indeed from the provinces, this type of behaviour was unheard of and seemed dangerously close to prostitution. Many girls came from the provinces to Berlin, eager to breathe the balmy air of freedom. If, as often happened, they didn't find a regular income as quickly as they might have wished, they at least wanted like the famous artificial silk girl in the novel of the same name, Das Kunst-Zyden-Amitian, in German, by Imgad Köin, to enjoy some kind of nightlife glamour, and act like proud, independent women who are their own environment and can switch themselves on like electric light bulbs and no one can get at them through the beam.
Certainly money played a part in the style with which young women conquered the city's nightlife. During hyperinflation, there was effectively no aspect of life in which money didn't play an important part. Many of these women could more or less find their feet thanks to their new office jobs, but the ones who didn't have that kind of independence in mind and who instead had their eyes set on marriage had their plans scuppered by hyperinflation, which had ruined the dowry system. From rich families elder daughter to simple housemaid, some kind of dowry was seen as an economic requirement for marriage ability. Even many single housemaids had set aside everything they could in order to increase their chances on the marriage market. Now those savings were basically liquidated.
The prospect of marriage wasn't completely ruled out. Sometimes love outshone the bride's lack of means, but it had become more unlikely. Many young women saw themselves thrown back on their own devices, forced to recognize a potential for emancipation in the loss of their dowries. They took control of their own fortune and played an active and independent part in the search for a partner. Without a dowry, parents had no say in the matter. The idea associated with the dowry that one was supposed to save oneself for the wedding night was further battered by hyperinflation. Once again, the same principle applied. Saving is pointless. Don't think of tomorrow. All that matters is today.
Just as hyperinflation accelerated all social trends in swirling countercurrents of fresh liberation and new constraints, it also gave an almost explosive boost to female emancipation. Tough and athletic, quick-witted and sparklingly intelligent, the new woman became a new social role model. Starting with the very highest social strata where the fashionable attributes of tennis playing, car driving, and writing counted for a lot, the rebellious daughters fought their way downwards. Praised and photographed a thousand times over in the illustrated magazines, the new woman also impressed the girls who had to earn their money at typewriters in the cities, and in many respects created a hyper-modern type of woman pointing fine to the future, who found her goal in self-determination.
One of the more regrettable aspects of inflation was the rise of prostitution. It had nothing to do with emancipation but was ideally placed to bring the notion into disrepute. Sudden poverty forced even upper-class women onto the street. Now only amateur's practiced prostitution and in broad daylight, Egon Alvin Kish wrote from Berlin in August 1923. He continued, When I was leaving the cafe yesterday, a woman addressed me and told me that her husband was an interior designer, but that he had no commissions and was ill. Could I go with her? I hadn't even answered when a girl stepped between us and tried to push the woman away. I have fabulous hair in a beautiful body.
There was an abundance of information on prostitution in the years of inflation, including tips and travel guides. Today, in Mel Gordon's voluptuous panic, the erotic world of Vima Berlin, one can read about which Berlin street offered which kind of prostitutes, from miners to pregnant women to the disabled. How much of this was factually accurate and how much was lewd and voyeuristic exaggeration widespread even at the time is hard to tell. Prostitutes acted as a handy real-life metaphor to contemporaries who were inclined understandably enough to see inflation as a moral decay in every respect. Left and right outdid one another in their scorn for a society that they saw as selling itself.
Prostitutes can hardly have been painted as frequently in any age as they were in the interwar years, usually in a shockingly ugly way. They strapped like greedy seagulls through the paintings of Otto Dix and George Gross, overweight cuckettes in the company of Paunchie Provincials. Others, cat-eyed and sharp-clawed, snuggle up to their black tie and tailored patrons, playing the role of vulnerability. In the watercolours of the painter Jean-Mumman, sarcastic gold diggers, I the dance floor in search of prey. Ferriti and pig-headed faces can be seen in El Frida-Lores-Aveshtlas pub paintings.
These pictures contained a great deal of social criticism, a love-hate feeling for ugliness, but there was also a subliminal current of contempt for the republic, particularly in the work of George Gross, a mixture of arrogance and revulsion, a degree of disappointed idealism, but also a secret fascination with a perverse, dressed-up as critique. The bad ones were always other people, everyone else was just looking. The prostitute became an essential part of the scene in the 1920s. Many people saw her as the face that lay behind the seductive mask of the new woman. In Alfred Dublin's novel, Bellin-Alexandar Platz, or Fritz Lang's film Metropolis, as the great whore of Babylon, she became the incarnation of the city, the symbol of a capitalism that had ended up in the moral gutter.
In his 1931 moral history of inflation, Hans Ostwald, a tireless observer of Berlin Nightlife, assembled a series of set pieces to form an image of the decadent 1920s. He described how evening after evening, nocturnal strollers met up in the station waiting room of Berlin's Banhoftsaw. Caught off guard by the closing time, they still wanted to spend the rest of the evening, in the stylish way it had begun. In lace and silk dresses, fur coats and tuxedos, the party crowd sat among the few weary travellers who didn't have enough money to spend the night in a hotel bed. The others, guests from Delarica, the Dutch land of the gilder, Russian emigres dripping with jewellery, mingled stars from stage and screen beside cheeky young inflation profiteers, banking apprentices and dollar spivs.
Nearby the heavily made up dregs of the street jostled, most of them underage girls. It produced a noisy, shrieking image that had never been seen before in Berlin, and which has luckily disappeared again since. Does this deeply intertwined confusion of avarice, playfulness, lust for life and superficial pleasure not recall the pictures of nightlife painted by Otto Dix and George Gross? And as if to emphasise the similarity with Dix, the cripple who is an inevitable part of the stereotype appears when Hans Ostwald continues, while the party raged under the railway arch, the war wounded stood outside in the street, offering matches or shoelaces for sale.
Miserable street corner tarts, strolled around, unable to make enough to get them through the next day, even by giving up their own bodies. The revulsion that many Germans felt at the site of this tumultuous nightlife and party going had also to do with the dubious power of foreign currencies. For the British, the Americans or the French, Germany became a discount sale for prostitution. Some people came especially for the nightlife, particularly Americans, tired of the strict rules of prohibition at home. Others bought their cut price pleasure as an afterthought once they had done their business deals during the day.
Germany was on sale in every respect, or that was what many shocked observers thought. Whole hordes of foreign shoppers came to buy up goods and take them away on a grand scale. Under their heading, German export trade, the Berlin Fossechet Zeitung, in October 1923, it was 5 million marks a copy, published two pages of small ads directed at foreign importers, sorted alphabetically by products from A for up-see-builder stickers to Z for Tseitschäldorn, timers. In the city centre alone, foreigners who could afford at best a two-room apartment on the outskirts of town became billionaires when they stepped off the train at Berlin's Anhalter station and rented whole suites at the Excellzia Hotel.
Newspapers published shocking depictions of their luxurious lives, glitzy parties, feasts, masquerades, balls, dance parties, at which the lady guests ostentatiously displayed their cheaply purchased pearls and furs. The Viennese journalist Alfred Poga, head of the features section of the left liberal newspaper Denoia Tark, reported from Berlin on the foreigner's bad behaviour, including an American in the dining room of a luxury Berlin hotel practising his habit of whisking egg whites at a provocatively high volume. For 10 or 20 minutes, his spoon strikes the plate, the room shakes with the noise, and the pallid locals keep their heads down. It's as if the noise of victories roaring above their heads. Humiliator journalists wrote about how the foreigners gorghed themselves at copiously laden tables, got drunk on the most expensive champagne, and then availed themselves of the newly unemployed shorthand typists, now known as currency girls.
The maelstrom of devaluation seemed to drag down with it everything that had once been cherished and expensive, loyalty and faith, morals, douries, innocence, honour. It all disappeared down the drain of time. In an ecstatic trance wildly shaking to the shimmy in endless columns of now absurd zeros, Germany seemed to be hurtling towards the end like an out of control steam engine, and then it judded suddenly to a halt. The turning point, when 20 fenigs become 120 billion marks. In November 1923, hyperinflation came to an end, not overnight, and not as efficiently stage managed as the 1948 currency reform 25 years later, but the 1923 forerunner of that intervention was effective and halted the decline surprisingly quickly.
The decision was made by the second cabinet under Chancellor Gustav Strazemann, in the ninth government of the Weimar Republic, which was fast changing driven by the social and economic turbilences of the previous years. One of the engineers of the currency reform was the former bank director, Jarmar Schart, who was appointed Reich currency commissioner in November 1923 and a short time later president of the Reichspank. By establishing a second bank of issue, the Renton Bank, the government sensibly imposed a straight jacket on itself. From now on, the Reichspank and the Renton Bank as the supreme financial authority were able to oppose the printing of new money, according to the wishes of ministers.
The Renton mark, as it was known, was first issued on the 15th of November. On that day, a single copy of the Berliner Taggablat cost 50 billion marks. Two days later, the paper was more than twice as expensive. But the crucial innovation was different. At the top of the front page of the daily newspaper where the price always appeared, there was a second number, issue 20 Fennig equals 120 billion mark. It was still little more than a claim, a hope, but it would be fulfilled. The whole secret of the Renton mark was its rarity, strictly protected by the new Renton Bank. The Renton mark was guaranteed by a series of mortgages on agricultural, industrial and commercial real estate. That cover was far from transparent, but the assurance that the sum was limited and controlled by the independent board of the Renton Bank gradually ensured a minimum degree of confidence, without which no national economy can flourish.
That confidence took hold, even though the end of hyperinflation was as incomprehensible to most Germans as its origins. It was a confidence in credit borrowed from misery, hardly enough in itself to ease the general sense of insecurity. On the 20th of November 1923, the fixed exchange rate was announced. For one trillion in paper marks, the Germans received one Renton mark. The unit betrays the randomness of the measure. The plan was to make it easy for people to calculate. Now they only had to delete 12 zeros from the old currency and they had the sum in new marks. That clearly showed what people had known for a long time. They were poor and their financial assets had gone up in smoke.
But the freefall seemed to have been halted, from now on people would have to learn to calculate using small sums and even take care of phoenix. Calculating became easier, but at the same time it was harder to keep an eye on the political situation. The social democrats still emerged from the Reichstag elections in December 1924 as the strongest party, but they were in opposition when the government was formed. A right-wing bourgeois bloc, including the ultra-conservative German National People's Party, the DNVP, formed the government.
The election result reflected real shifts in power. The fact that bankers had gained considerably more power over the government as a result of the currency reform signaled a transfer of political weight in favor of the old elites. They enforced a tough course of austerity. Many civil servants were dismissed and social welfare spending was cut. It was another few months before the economy recovered to a degree that everyone could see. Politically though, the republic did stabilize, albeit with chaos, never very far away. A putch in Munich by Hitler, now the leader of the National Socialist German Workers Party, Natsunal Zotseilistus Soudoicha Abaita Patai, or NSDAP, was defeated in November 1923.
选举结果反映了实际的权力转变。由于货币改革,银行家对政府的影响力大大增强,这表明政治力量向旧精英的倾斜。他们推行了严厉的紧缩政策,导致许多公务员被解雇,社会福利支出被削减。经济明显复苏还需要几个月的时间。不过在政治上,共和国逐渐趋于稳定,尽管混乱的状况仍然时有发生。1923年11月,希特勒——当时的国家社会主义德国工人党(Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei,简称NSDAP)的领导人——在慕尼黑发动的政变被挫败。
In spite of its twenty victims, it still had a folkloric ring to it, with its beary origins in the smoke-swathed Bergabrochella, and with Hitler's call to march on the sinful Babylon of Berlin, which was halted by police only a few hours later at Odeon's Platz. In the rest of the Reich, the excitement subsided after a day and the Munich disturbances later known as the Beer Hall Putch came to seem like only one uprising among many. A month before, communist putches had been attempted in the states of Thuringia and Saxony as part of the wider plan of the German October, a plan by the Executive Committee of the Communist International to attempt a revolution across the Weimar Republic.
In Saxony, revolution had only been averted when the Reich government proclaimed a state of emergency and deposed the head of the regional government. Against this background of chaos, Gustav Strazemann, who was Chancellor for three and a half months from August 1923, managed to launch the initial phase of currency reform during his brief time in office. The main reason for this accomplishment was his gift for foreign policy. Currency reform was only possible as the result of a change in the relationship with the victorious powers. Strazemann persuaded the majority of Germans to abandon their passive resistance against the occupation of the Ruhr and convince them to tolerate his intention to seek dialogue with the French.
At the same time, he took the French into reducing reparation demands to something approaching a realistic level. When the victorious powers abandoned their impossible requirements, a willingness to engage rationally in economics increased, and with it the chance to break the spiral of hyperinflation through drastic, economising measures. While Strazemann was only Chancellor for those few turbulent months, he was Foreign Minister in the cabinets that followed. He was striking and unforgettable in appearance, unsettlingly large rather staring eyes, a bullish yet sensitive physique. The tree frog, as the centrist politician Matthias Otzberger called him, became the face of a new Germany that was ready for peace.
Hated by far-right extremists as a compliant Efilungspolitica, literally fulfillment politician, less obstinate political commentators saw him as one of the republic's very few figures capable of achieving integration. Strazemann, the son of a Berlin pub landlord, or Budica, who ran a small wheat beer company, soon became a clerk with the Association of German Chocolate Manufacturers after writing his dissertation on the development of the Berlin bottle beer business, and proved to be a cunning political tactician as well as an inspiring speaker.
Having become chair of the liberal Deutsche Faukespartai German People's Party soon after the war, Strazemann became a master at forging coalitions, an art that was looked down upon by most Germans, even though in view of the government's fragmented majority it was urgently needed. Among hardliners, a willingness to compromise was seen not as a virtue but a weakness. Strazemann on the other hand made it his passion. Personally somewhat conservative, he was among the rational republicans who derived a great deal from pluralism even though their hearts really beat for the monarchy.
His forms of communication were as elegant and pragmatic as his clothes. The Strazemann look, striped trousers, black jacket, waistcoat, turned up short collars, replaced the traditional need to switch from business suit to formal evening wear. You could now hurry from office to party without changing your clothes. Strazemann liked to break down hardened attitudes by putting himself in the shoes of his adversary and aligning their perspectives with his own. Familitrists this was seen as high treason.
Strazemann tacked back and forth between different attitudes and knew how to present himself as an ally to opposing forces. It didn't always go well but he managed to win back trust, loosen the stranglehold of the Versailles Treaty and bring Germany back on the diplomatic stage. Few people thanked him, he explained to his party, I have a sense that we Germans have too little understanding or none at all for what the French call fine gestures. It doesn't come naturally to us at all and it does us great harm internationally. We cannot be polite and lovable without immediately coming under attack from our own people. We cannot practice global politics with the idea that nobody is to associate with those other fellows in any way. It was only when he died of a stroke in 1929 that the whole he left became apparent. More than a loss, a disaster was the headline in the Fosse-Schutzitung followed by four pages of mourning.
Strazemann embodied the communicative virtues that were threateningly lacking from the Weimar Republic. To that extent he was an exception, a lonely man as the historian Artur Rosenberg rightly said, who had neither a clique nor a mass organization behind him and who was constantly losing the support of his rightward drifting party. Nonetheless, he managed to put the pieces in place for Germany's consolidation. The victorious powers and Germany negotiated a moderate payment plan for reparations, the Doors' Plan, named after Charles Dawes, the American Chair of the International Reparations Commission. This allowed Germany to rejoin the circle of stable and credit-worthy nations. The French withdrew from the Rhine Land, foreign investors gradually returned, and long-term business planning began once more.
The temporary rent mark could be jettisoned and replaced by the Reichsmark, which was now backed by gold and foreign currencies. From mid-1924, the economy enjoyed another boom, an incredibly powerful one from 1925 onwards. Germany became a member of the League of Nations. In 1926, Strazemann was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize, along with his French colleague, Aristide Breand. Hurtling again, but upwards this time. With the end of hyperinflation, the Republic entered a phase of prosperity. The period between 1924 and 1929 forms the core of what has gone down in history as the Roaring Twenties, the Anefol, or the Goldenitz-Fansiger. The upheavals they went through were a phenomenon common to the whole western world, but in Germany they enjoyed a special heyday, a myth that has been endlessly retold and reexamined because of its terrible ending.
What would it bring, the new money, the new age? On New Year's Eve 1924, by which time the upturn had become impossible to ignore, the Berliner Tagablat drew up a provisional balance sheet. About 50% of what was possible had already been achieved. The leader-writer Erechdombrowski wrote, 50% of pre-war performance, 50% of export, 50% of trade tonnage, and he continued, matters were advancing quickly. With the Zeppelin miracle that surprised America, and with the rotorship that heralds a revolution in energy utilisation, the German spirit has achieved great conquests all around the world. But all of that was still not enough. The article closed with the mysterious words, of greater importance are moral conquests in the world, with those it is best to start closer to home.
Moral conquests. The liberal Tagablat saw the young republic as being in a moral vacuum. Leader-writer Dombrowski feared above all that a strengthening of conservative forces might intensify the class struggle once again via unbridled egoism from above. Quivering with excitement that Juncker's large landowners from Prussia and big businessmen would make a grab for power. The purses of the big landowners and heavy industrialists left so thin after inflation are now on the way to being filled once more at the expense of the rest of the population. The article expressed the concern among liberals that after the end of the great coalition of the SPD and the Centre Party, the narrow layer of citizens loyal to the state might be crushed in the conflict between capital and labour.
But the concept of moral conquest represented something even bigger than that. Hyperinflation had left an empty uncertain terrain in people's understanding of their own lives, one that needed to be explored, measured or reconquered. Many people felt that this was the case, but they did so in different ways. How was that vacuum to be filled? Theories of salvation were at a premium, obscure theses and conspiracy theories when flying around, clairvoyance boomed along with experiments in psychokinesis, and esotericism. New crazes constantly appeared on the horizon promising miracles out of nothing. Some people expected lasting peace to come from international stamp collecting, others fought furiously for shorthand reform which was bound to revolutionise the notion of efficiency.
Far Eastern religions were studied, itinerant preachers travelled the land calling for a change in behaviour, for naked bathing, for a national rebirth, a spiritual revolution, a herbal diet and a return to the innermost German spirit. Saints of hyperinflation, such as Friedrich Möklamberti, the messiah of Terengia, collected thousands of young followers in his Neutscher, new flock, moving like the pied piper of Hamlin from town to town, setting up camp wherever they went. Möklamberti's huge wandering commune practised arts and crafts and free love, and gained enormous publicity. Another guru, Louis Hoiser, the saviour of Burningheim, mocked his sinful disciples as travelling toilets and rotting channel houses. But still didn't get rid of them. Robert Mössel identified an inspiring fever as a symptom of the age, one that euphorically heightened the emotions and expectations associated with improving the world.
Something went through the thicket of beliefs in those days, like a single wind bending many trees, a spirit of heresy and reform, the blessed sense of an arising and going forth, a mini renaissance and reformation, such as only the best of times experience, whoever entered the world then felt, at the first corner the breath of this spirit on its cheek. The bottomless plunge in the value of money had swept away the last certainties that remained after the abdication of the Kaiser, and the overthrow of the old world. A question mark hung over every tradition, and nothing offered stability apart from the hope associated with the future and large-scale plans. Unrestrained by any kind of certainty, both worries and feelings of joy were wildly overdramatised. A destructive zeal and a feeling of vertigo went hand in hand.
The old world is in decay. Its joints are creaking. I want to help to smash it. I believe in the new life. I want to help to build it. Sheared the dancer, Valesca Gert. And how was she going to do that? By dancing, more eccentrically than anything anyone had ever seen before, that too was viewed as a contribution to the changing times. Valesca Gert dances out of the unbornness of the present day, its wild, fantastical and exaggerated sensitivity, an enthusiastic critic wrote in Spott-Embird. The Germans were seized by a profound desire for renewal. It gripped every area of life, and was directed equally at waste management reform, and the renewal of critical epistemology. Everything needed examination, even the structures of thought and feeling themselves, of concepts, of reason.
The impulse towards extreme radicalism lived in everything from barefoot prophets to the religious fervour of the members of the Bauhaus group of designers and architects, from the earth-shaking challenges of psychology and nuclear physics to the logical abysses in the philosophies of Ludwig Wittgenstein and Martin Heidegger. Rethink the World. Or pull it down. The author, Vofram Eilenburger, accurately described Heidegger as a conceptual wrecking ball. Heidegger was one of many with that particular enthusiasm. The next chapter, which deals with demolition and rebuilding, will show as much. The economy took a powerful upward turn in 1925, but the uncertainty remained. Hyperinflation had erased internal traditions, deleted established certainties in people, and liquidated their collective troves of experience.
By laying waste to people's identities, it made room for the various concepts of the new human being. Whatever one imagined the term to mean, one was free to express and imagine it as one wished. So insecure were most people about their experiences that they put up little resistance to even the boldest visions. The decade belonged to the young, to high spirits, to thoughtlessness. They were the ones who had seized their chance during hyperinflation, not older people, with their traditional virtues, such as caution and thrift. As the value of the currency rose, the worth of experience declined. People could no longer rely on themselves, but they had nothing else.
When Walter Benjamin looked back on those years in 1933, he dressed up the most important possessions that human beings possess in the language of the stock exchange. Experience has fallen in value, and it looks as if it is about to fall into bottomlessness. With the First World War, a process began to become apparent, which has not halted since then. And there was nothing remarkable about that. Feneva has experience been contradicted so thoroughly as strategic experience by tactical warfare, economic experience by inflation, bodily experience by hunger, moral experience by those in power, a generation that had gone to school on a horse-drawn streetcar now stood under the open sky in a countryside in which nothing remained unchanged but the clouds.
And beneath these clouds, in a field of force of destructive torrents and explosions, was the tiny, fragile human body. So frail and yet heroic, so falsely humble and falsely modest, the projection of a future that was either gloomy or a bright new dawn. That was how the artists of the Neuys-Achlichkeit, new objectivity movement, painted the new human being, how the communists dreamed of them, the technocrats imagined them, and racists fetishized them.
The new human being became an edie fix in various styles of clothing and with various kinds of equipment. And the new humans repeatedly divested themselves of everything. Naked gymnastics became the fashion, naked dancing, physical exercise in the open air, inspired by a will to sobriety stripped of all day call, modern human beings wanted to have a sense of themselves in all their vulnerable physicality.