Review by Choice Review
This is a thoroughly researched and densely written book on the history of tea as a global commodity in modern times. From the outset, the author observes that when the British and Europeans accepted tea drinking, they embraced not only the dried tea leaves but also "what they believed were Chinese beliefs and practices along with their tea and tea ware." Indeed, to a great extent adopting tea drinking was also adopting a Chinese/Asian way of life. Yet this observation alone won't explain how tea eventually became a global drink. With her painstaking research in the archives, historian Rappaport (Univ. of California, Santa Barbara) provides the most detailed account to date of how the British Empire transformed the Asian drink into a global phenomenon in the 19th century. Readers learn many aspects of the process, from the frustrations of European merchants in trading with China and industrialists' effort to plant tea in India, to advocates as well as critics of tea-drinking and the advertisement of tea (an imperial industry in the 20th century) for the British empire in both war and peace. Lastly, the author shows how tea culture played its noticeable role in the 1960s. A tour de force! Summing Up: Essential. Graduate students/faculty. --Q. Edward Wang, Rowan University
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Review by New York Times Review
RECENTLY IN OUR HOUSEHOLD it Was Stirup Sunday, the invariably chilly late autumn afternoon when all gather in the kitchen to give the last ritual touches to the making of this year's Christmas pudding. The fragrant, brandy-soaked mess of fruits will have been readied in its great earthenware bowl, to be steamed in the Aga's lower oven for 12 full hours. But before then everyone will place a firm hand on the big wooden spoon and together give the mixture a ceremonial last turn, always east to west in honor of the wise men coming to Bethlehem, to add a final dash of quite another kind of spirituality to the booze-sodden ingredients. The old cookbooks - as Lizzie Collingham reminds us in her joyously delicious account of Britain's gastronomic influence on the world - employed Christmas recipes like this to offer children a geography lesson. The currants, we were told, were Australian, the raisins from South Africa, the suet from New Zealand. Demerara sugar was shipped in from Barbados, the eggs came from chickens in the Irish Free State. The cinnamon was from Ceylon, the cloves from Zanzibar. There was Malayan nutmeg, Cypriot brandy, Jamaican rum. Only the bread crumbs, the flour and the porter came from home, from England. My mother would buy all these ingredients each Christmas season, invariably at the closest thing to a supermarket in the London suburb where I grew up - which was called, appropriately, The Home and Colonial. It was one of a chain of grocery stores so familiarly central to English life of the 1950 s that it came to be memorialized in poetry. John Betjeman, known for his sentimental odes to the ordinary, wrote of his Welsh sylph Myfanwy with a still-remembered stanza: "Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle,/ Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge/ Home and Colonial, Star, International,/ Balancing bicycle leant on the verge." Few here in America could imagine the Safeway or the Piggly Wiggly to be deserving of such verse or such sentiment. Neither do many see romance in the origins of these foods, nor of their passage across the ocean. Except for Kipling, of course: "Oh, where are you going to, all you Big Steamers, / With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas?" / "We are going to fetch you your bread and your butter, / Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs, apples, and cheese." / "And where will you fetch it from, all you Big Steamers? / And where shall I write you when you are away?" / "We fetch it from Melbourne, Quebec, and Vancouver - / Address us at Hobart, Hong-Kong, and Bombay." As Kipling then, so the historian Lizzie Collingham today. In her original and supremely captivating book, she has cleverly recreated the fine details of some 20 meals, consumed over four and a half centuries in a variety of homes and ships and tented encampments far from the motherland. Her technique - already displayed in earlier books on the history of curry, the importance of diet and physique in the running of Imperial India and the role of food in wars involving both Germany and Japan - is to examine the minutiae of daily kitchen life and to extrapolate from them a greater image of historical sweep. In British terms, she is Henry Mayhew and Mass-Observation rolled into one - a stellar observer of the day-to-day and the mundane, a social historian of extraordinary talent. And so we learn much from such matters as the 17th-century churning of butter between the thighs of a half-naked Irishwoman in Connaught; from the weekly budget of a 19th-century New Zealand farm laborer; from a tea party in a Manchester slum as described in an Elizabeth Gaskell novel; and from a British infantryman's diet in the North African desert during World War II - gooseberry jam preferred to strawberry, Egyptian sweet potatoes cordially loathed, as were the bully beef from the Fray Bentos canning factory in Argentina and the hardtack from Carr's of Carlisle. From such lavish depictions we derive with infinite pleasure a pointilliste picture of the world's food economy in all its magical complexity. Many of the book's portraits are charming, and some are especially important in their reach. "Freshly bathed, Kamala set about preparing her family's evening meal," Collingham writes of an Indian family living near Patna in 1811. "First she smoothed fresh cow dung in a circle to define a purified cooking space and sprinkled it with a few drops of water. Then she took some of the chillies she had plucked from the plants that grew near the family's hut and cast them on the grinding stone with a few drops of safflower oil, made from the seeds of the thistle-like plants that formed a picturesque hedge surrounding their plot of land." As is characteristic of the book, there is rather more to this particular sojourn in India than one might initially suppose, and as the context will eventually make clear. For it has been a conceit of some historians to make a connection between seemingly unconnected phenomena, like the consumption of tea and the dropping of the atom bombs on Japan. The linkage goes like this: So beloved was tea back in Britain that the East India Company ran out of silver bars to pay the currency-suspicious Cantonese and instead plied them with India-made opium; the Chinese Empire went to war to stop this grubby trade in what they called "foreign mud"; it lost and was forced to cede Hong Kong to Britain; a thus-weakened China was then first nibbled at, then serially gnawed into further humiliating submission by Russia, France, Germany, America - and Japan, newly open to the outside world. Japan acquired a liking for easy imperial adventure, decided unwisely to attack Pearl Harbor, whereupon America responded with sustained might - and lo!, Hiroshima and Nagasaki were eventually and cruelly laid waste. A world away, Kamala, peacefully making her chhattu pudding and her currant chutney, turns out to be a tiny cog in the mechanism of this very story, for the simple reason that she and her family "belonged to a small sub-caste of market gardeners who specialized in the cultivation of opium poppies." By relating a moment in Kamala's little life, the dry facts of history - in this case, the basis and results of the Opium Wars - are enticingly leavened by the presence of ordinary humanity. We may loathe the British trade, we may shudder at its terrible consequences, but we easily grow fond of the young woman who cut poppies during the day and then came home of an afternoon to create a pudding for her husband and children. There are precious few Kamalas - indeed, precious few quotidian details of ordinary life - in Erika Rappaport's sturdy "A Thirst for Empire," in which she tells with authority how tea and the culture of tea drinking has influenced the greater history of the British Empire and the British-influenced world beyond. Despite being a somewhat drier work than Collingham's, it is nonetheless fascinating: Rappaport's description of the ways in which tea has been marketed over the years is entirely absorbing, especially for an academic audience. Absorbing and, to some, unsettling. To learn, for instance, that the Anglo-Dutch giant Unilever, one of the world's largest consumer-goods companies, had by the 1990s achieved control of a third of the world tea trade is dismaying to those who unfashionably recall with affection the imperial planter life of Assam and Ceylon and the hills of Kenya. Still more unsettling is the coming reality that coffee - quelle horreur! - is fast overtaking tea as the national drink of England. That is seen as a sea change of as much significance as Brexit and the rise of Jeremy Corbyn, the decline of the five-day cricket match and a slipping national fondness for Marmite and Gentleman's Relish. When news like that accumulates, only one thing can soothe the English soul - and that is to reach for "the cup that cheers." But in making it, be sure to bring the pot to the kettle and not the kettle to the pot. I suspect even the Netherlanders who run Unilever know how to make a decent cuppa these days. Which is rather more, I regret to say to my new-made compatriots, than they do here in America. SIMON WINCHESTER'S "The Perfectionists: A Brief History of Precision" will be published in May.
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
Rappaport (Shopping for Pleasure), professor of history at UC Santa Barbara, leaps onto the commodity-history bandwagon in this diverting but overstuffed history of the "civilizing force" that was supposed to heal "bodies, nations, and world problems." She traces tea's rise as a global commodity in the 17th century and the empire of consumption, taste, and commerce that grew up around it. As Rappaport duly notes, the history of tea is intertwined with the history of capitalism and of modernity itself; as the ultimate imperial product, tea linked diverse peoples across vast swaths of space and time. The book moves from the coffeehouses of London to the muggy plantations of Assam to the advertising firms of Madison Avenue, revealing the technologies and marketing techniques that were instrumental in achieving tea's global popularity. Along the way, Rappaport touches on the temperance movement, commodity chains, Americans' famous dislike of tea, and the sociocultural sphere inhabited by the planter class in Southeast Asia, among many other topics. Exhaustively researched and winningly recounted, the book is nevertheless overambitious in scope and its focus on the beverage makes it unavoidably mundane on occasion-an impressive achievement, but perhaps not everyone's cuppa. (Aug.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
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