Wings of Madness: Alberto Santos-Dumont and the Invention of Flight

by Paul Hoffman

Overview

On the eve of the centennial of the Wright brothers' historic flights at Kitty Hawk, a new generation will learn about the other man who was once hailed worldwide as the conqueror of the air—Alberto Santos-Dumont. Because the Wright brothers worked in secrecy, word of their first flights had not reached Europe when Santos-Dumont took to the skies in 1906. The dashing, impeccably dressed inventor entertained Paris with his airborne antics—barhopping in a little dirigible that he tied to lampposts, circling above crowds around the Eiffel Tower, and crashing into rooftops. A man celebrated, even pursued by the press in Paris, London, and New York, Santos-Dumont dined regularly with the Cartiers, the Rothschilds, and the Roosevelts. But beneath his lively public exterior, Santos-Dumont was a frenzied genius tortured by the weight of his own creation.

Wings of Madness chronicles the science and history of early aviation and offers a fascinating glimpse into the mind of an extraordinary and tormented man, vividly depicting the sights and sounds of turn-of-the-century Paris. It is a book that will do for aviation what The Man Who Loved Only Numbers did for mathematics.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780786866595
Publisher:	Hachette Books
Publication date:	06/11/2003
Pages:	380
Sales rank:	890,303
Product dimensions:	5.62(w) x 8.25(h) x (d)
Age Range:	13 - 18 Years

About the Author

Paul Hoffman was president of Encyclopedia Britannica and editor-in-chief of Discover. and is the author of The Man Who Loved Only Numbers and The Wings of Madness. He is the winner of the first National Magazine Award for Feature Writing, and his work has appeared in the New Yorker, Time, and Atlantic Monthly. He lives in Woodstock, NY.

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Prologue

Dinner on the Ceiling Champs-Elysees, 1903

In December 1903, an eleven-year resident of Paris, the Brazilian aeronautical pioneer Alberto Santos-Dumont, held a small holiday party in his high-ceilinged apartment on the Champs-Elysees. Louis Cartier, the jeweler, was there, as was Princess Isabel, the daughter of the last emperor of Brazil. The other attendees can only be surmised because there was no printed guest list, but his regular dining partners and confidants included George Goursat, the flamboyant writer and cartoonist who drew caricatures of the rich and famous on the walls of the city's fanciest restaurants; Gustave Eiffel, the architect of the eponymous tower; Antonio Prado Jr., the son of the Brazilian ambassador; two or three Rothschilds, who first met their thirty-year-old host when his experimental airship crashed in their gardens; Empress Eugenie, Napoleon III's reclusive widow; and assorted kings, queens, dukes, and duchesses too numerous to name.

When Santos-Dumont's butler ushered the guests into the dining room, they were amused to find that they had to climb a stepladder so that they could sit on tall chairs positioned around a table higher than they were. But they were not surprised. Since the late 1890s, Santos-Dumont had been giving “aerial dinner parties.” The first ones were held at an ordinary table and chairs suspended by wire from the ceiling. This worked when the hundred-pound Santos-Dumont dined alone, but when a group assembled, the ceiling eventually gave way under the collective weight. Santos-Dumont was a skilled craftsman, who had learned woodworking from the men on his father's coffee plantation, so he built the long-legged tables and chairs that had become a fixture of his apartment ever since. At the first elevated soirees, his guests, between sips of milky green absinthe, invariably asked what the point of the high table was. And their shy host, who preferred to let others do the talking, would run his bejeweled fingers through his jet-black hair, which was parted in the middle, in a style seen almost exclusively on women, and impishly explain that they were dining aloft so that they could imagine what life was like in a flying machine. The guests laughed. Flying machines did not exist in the 1890s, and received scientific wisdom said that they never would. Santos-Dumont ignored the snickering and insisted that they would soon be commonplace.

Hot-air balloons, to be sure, were a familiar sight in the skies of fin de siecle Paris, but they were not flying machines. With no source of power, these large floating orbs -- they were described as spherical although they actually had the shape of an inverted pear -- were entirely at the mercy of the wind. By the turn of the century, Santos-Dumont changed that. He strapped an automobile engine and propeller to the balloon and, to make it aerodynamically efficient, switched its shape to that of a sleek cigar. On October 19, 1901, thousands of people turned out to watch him circle the Eiffel Tower in his innovative airship. The crowds on the bridges over the Seine were so thick that people were shoved into the river when they scaled the parapets to get a better view. The scientists who observed the flight from Gustave Eiffel's apartment at the top of the tower were sure he would not make it. They feared that an unpredictable wind would impale him on the spire. Others were convinced that the balloon would explode. When Santos-Dumont proved them wrong, Jules Verne and H.G. Wells sent congratulatory telegrams.

By the end of 1903, at the time of Santos-Dumont's dinner with Cartier and Princess Isabel, he was a fixture in the Paris skies. He had designed a small airship, which his fans called Baladeuse ("Wanderer"), his personal runabout in which he went barhopping, tying the balloon to the gas-lamp posts in front of the city's glamorous night spots. Baladeuse was as easy to operate as that new invention, the automobile, that sputtered down Paris boulevards but it had the advantage of not startling horses or pedestrians when it was in mid-flight. Santos-Dumont's larger racing airships demanded more attention than Baladeuse, and he complained to Cartier that he could not time his own flights because it was dangerous for him to take his hands off the controls and fish out his pocket watch. Cartier promised he would come up with a solution, and he soon invented one of the first wristwatches for Santos-Dumont -- a commercial version of which became a must-have accessory for status-conscious Parisians.

Santos-Dumont had a romantic vision of every person on earth possessing their own Baladeuse, so that they would literally be free as birds to travel anywhere they wanted anytime they pleased. The future of flying machines, he thought, lay in the lighter-than-air balloon not in the heavier-than-air plane, which as far as he knew had not progressed beyond the unpowered glider. He envisaged gigantic airships -- not rigid zeppelins but big, soft balloons with their payloads slung below -- whisking travelers between Paris and New York, Berlin and Calcutta, Moscow and Rio de Janeiro.

Santos-Dumont did not believe in patents. He made the blueprints of his airships freely available to anyone who wanted them. He saw the flying machine as a chariot of peace, bringing estranged cultures in contact with one another so that they could get to know one another as people, thereby reducing the potential for hostilities. In retrospect it seems a naïve vision, with the Great War only a decade away, but his optimism was not uncommon among men of science at the turn of the century, when novelties such as the electric light, the automobile, and the telephone were transforming society in fundamental ways.

That December night in 1903, Santos-Dumont and his elevated companions reflected on what a great year it had been for him. He had had none of the usual accidents, which made him famous as the man who defied death time and again. None of his customary crashes on the jagged rooftops of Parisian hotels, no unexpected nosedives into the Mediterranean, no sudden descents onto a stranger's land. It had been a tranquil year. In Baladeuse he owned the skies of France. He was the only one who was consistently puttering around in a flying machine. As Santos-Dumont's butler decanted wine for the guests, Cartier and Princess Isabel offered a toast to their host's ingenuity. No one else was close to mastering the air -- or so it seemed.

Eager for a new challenge, Santos-Dumont joined the competition to build and fly the world's first airplane. For a few months he appeared to have succeeded, but after an acrimonious priority fight, Wilbur and Orville Wright, who had initially flown in near secrecy, garnered that glory. Santos-Dumont retained the distinction of flying the first airplane in Europe, and his élan and perseverance were credited with inspiring aeronauts across the continent.

Early aeronautics in Europe had the quality of a gentlemen's club. Balloon meets on Sunday mornings replaced polo and fox hunts. Flying machines were a diversion for the rich men who owned the first automobiles -- oil barons, well-heeled lawyers, and newspaper tycoons. They accepted Santos-Dumont as one of their own because he was the fine-mannered son of a coffee magnate. They supported the inventors of dirigibles and airplanes both by funding them directly and by offering lucrative prizes for aeronautical “firsts”: the first to circumvent the Eiffel Tower in a powered balloon, the first to fly an airplane fifty years, the first to cross the English Channel.

The recreational aspect of these aeronautical contests tended to belie how dangerous they were. More than two hundred men, many of them with wives and children, some of them the top engineers and inventors of their day, died in accidents before Santos-Dumont succeeded. The aeronautical pioneers had none of the modern techniques for assessing the airworthiness of a flying machine. The only way to demonstrate that it could fly was to go up in it, and, as it turned out, most of these fanciful machines either could not get off the ground, stay upright in the air, or descend safely. Santos-Dumont clearly knew the risks involved. And although he told friends that flying gave him the greatest pleasure in life, he would not have courted danger if it were not for a higher purpose -- the invention of a technology that would revolutionize transportation and advance world peace.

The first half of his goal was realized in his lifetime. The flying machine of course is now the principal means of conveying people long distances. In the United States alone, there are 90,700 plane flights a day. And in Brazil 157 planes depart for Europe every week. The flight from Sao Paulo to Paris is eleven hours, a journey that took Santos-Dumont more than a week by steamship and train. Progress toward the second half of his goal has been decidedly mixed. On the one hand, passenger planes, along with the telephone, radio, television, and now the Internet, have turned the world into a global village. When an earthquake strikes El Salvador, food from London can be airlifted there within house. When an Ebola outbreak is detected in the Congo, doctors from the Centers for Disease Control can be there in a day. On the other hand, military aircraft have caused millions of casualties not just at Hiroshima and Nagasaki but in ordinary course of war. And then on the morning of September 11, 2001, the unthinkable happened: Two passenger planes were diabolically converted into skyscraper-obliterating missiles. The first great invention of the twentieth century had become the nightmare of the twenty-first.

The Wright brothers had a different motivation from Santos-Dumont in developing the plane. They were not idealists. They did not dream about brining distant peoples together. They were not thrill-seekers. They did not rhapsodize about the joys of flying or preach a kind of aerial spirituality. They were not playful men and certainly did not host dinners at high tables. They were intent on building flying machines for financial gain, and when the U.S. government initially refused to fund them, they had no moral compunctions about approaching foreign militaries.

In the aftermath of the Great War, when it was evident that the plane could be used as a weapon of mass destruction, Santos-Dumont was the first aeronaut to press for the demilitarization of the aircraft. His was a lonely voice, calling on heads of state to decommission their bombers. Orville Wright did not join his call (and Wilbur by then was dead).

Santos-Dumont was perhaps the most revered man in Paris in the first years of the twentieth century. His dapper countenance stared out from cigar boxes, matchbooks, and dinner plates. Fashion designers did a brisk business with replicas of his trademark panama hat and the stiff, high shirt collars that he favored. Toy makers could not turn out enough models of his balloons. Even French bakers honored him, offering cigar-shaped pastries decorated in the colors of the Brazilian flag.

He was famous on both sides of the English Channel -- indeed, on both sides of the Atlantic. "When the names of those who have occupied outstanding positions in the world have been forgotten," the London Times declared in 1901, "there will be a name which will remain in our memory, that of Santos-Dumont."

The irony in the Times's statement of course is that today he is barely remembers outside Brazil, where he is still a hero of mythic proportion. A town, a major airport, and dozens of streets are named for him. The mere mention of his name brings a smile to most Brazilians, as they picture the bygone era when their daring countryman proudly ruled the skies in a tiny balloon. As the rest of the world has largely forgotten Santos-Dumont, Brazilians themselves, in their romanticizing of the man in poems, songs, statues, busts, paintings, biographies, and memorial celebrations, have neglected his darker side. He was a tortured genius, a free spirit who strove to escape the confines of gravity, the peer pressure of his aeronautical confreres, the isolation of his rural upbringing, the small-mindedness of science's ruling elders, the conformity of married life, the stereotypes of gender, and even the fate of his own cherished invention.

Many boys have dreamed of owning a personal flying machine, a kind of winged car that could take off and land anywhere, without the need of a runway. No one in the twenty-first century has realized that dream. A few elite corporate moguls have come close: They commute to work by helicopter, flying between backyard landing pads and office rooftops. But even a globe-trotting captain of industry cannot fly to his favorite restaurant, the theater, or the store. Only one man in history has enjoyed that freedom. His name was Alberto Santos-Dumont, and his aerial steed was an engine-driven balloon.

Copyright © 2003 Paul Hoffman

Table of Contents

	Prologue: Dinner on the Ceiling Champs-Elysees, 1903	1
1	Arrival Minas Gerais, 1873	9
2	"A Most Dangerous Place for a Boy" Paris, 1891	26
3	First Flight Vaugirard, 1897	40
4	Dying for Science Paris, 1899	69
5	The Turkey Buzzard's Secret	90
6	An Afternoon in the Rothschilds' Chestnut Tree Paris, 1901	102
7	"It Is the Poor Who Will Suffer!" The Eiffel Tower, 1901	127
8	"Making Armies a Jest"	150
9	An Unwelcome Dip in the Mediterranean Bay of Monaco, 1902	161
10	"Airship Is Useless, Says Lord Kelvin" London and New York, 1902	178
11	The World's First Aerial Car Paris, 1903	207
12	A Scurrilous Stabbing and a Russian Bribe St. Louis, 1904	234
13	"Aeroplane Raised by Small Motor, M. Santos-Dumont Performs a Feat Never Before Attained in Europe" Paris, 1906	251
14	"A War of Engineers and Chemists"	278
15	"Cavalry of the Clouds"	292
16	Departure Guaruja, 1932	301
	Postmortem: In Search of a Heart Campo dos Afonsos, 2000	312
	Origins and Acknowledgments	317
	Notes	323
	What Santos-Dumont Wrote	349
	What Santos-Dumont Read	351
	What Santos-Dumont Made	353
	Index	359

Editorial Reviews

It is this human side of the story that Mr. Hoffman's unforgettably good book tells with compassion and sympathy. His revelations will probably cause a small sensation back in Brazil, where Alberto Santos-Dumont's heart is preserved in a glass-and-gold sphere in a small museum at an air force base near Rio. In the United States, where he is now almost unknown, this book deserves to elevate him again to the heroic stature that he once, if briefly, enjoyed. — Simon Winchester

The New York Times

This thoroughly entertaining history of one of the currently overlooked heroes from early-20th-century aviation equals that of Hoffman's earlier volume, The Man Who Loved Only Numbers. Almost unknown today except in his native Brazil (where he is a revered figure), Alberto Santos-Dumont was known throughout the world as "a maverick among contemporary aeronauts." Obsessed with the idea of flight from an early age, Santos-Dumont (1873-1932) was an eccentric genius whose inherited wealth allowed him to live in luxury in fin-de-siecle Paris, at first working on ballooning. After designing small, cigar-shaped, engine-powered vehicles, which he used for everything from traveling around Paris to circling the Eiffel Tower, he soon became one of the best-known men in the city. Later he built "the world's first sports plane." Hoffman expertly recaptures from the historical dustbin the many facets of this unique character who befriended the Rothschilds and Cartiers, ran in the same crowd as Marcel Proust and devoted his life to a singular passion unmatched even by the obsessive Wright Brothers during the early days of aviation, "a time when the vast majority of Europeans and Americans had not yet traveled along the ground in an automobile." (June) Forecast: This year is the 100th anniversary of flight, and this solid narrative should stand out among the many books being published on the Wright Brothers. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.

Publishers Weekly

"As Hoffman so brilliantly tells the story . . . Santos-Dumot truly was a man like few others . . . a delight." (Simon Winchester, New York Times)

This marvelously evocative account chronicles the strange, wonderful, and at times tortured career of Brazil's diminutive aeronautical pioneer Santos-Dumont, who was the toast of Paris at the turn of the twentieth century, when he piloted the one-man dirigible he had invented over the French capital, occasionally crashing into its rooftops. Santos-Dumont was so popular that his "dapper countenance," Hoffman writes, "stared out from cigar boxes, match boxes and dinner plates." The London Times declared in 1901 that when names "of those who have occupied outstanding positions in the world have been forgotten, there will be a name that will remain in our memory, that of Santos-Dumont." This was not to be, of course. In Brazil, he remains a hero of mythic proportions, but elsewhere this inventive and flamboyant pioneer has long been forgotten. When the secretive Wright brothers eventually convinced European skeptics that they were indeed the heroes of aviation by making a two-and-a-half-hour-long flight in 1908, Santos-Dumont found that his previously adoring public quickly abandoned him. Diagnosed at 36 with multiple sclerosis, Santos-Dumont also became deeply depressed at the use of what he called his "babies" for aerial bombardment during World War I. Back in Brazil, with the days of his high life in Paris long gone, he committed suicide in 1932. It is an appropriate moment to be reminded of this remarkable South American pioneer who a century ago used his fertile mind, ingenuity, and the resources of his Brazilian coffee plantations to create the first powered flying machines.

Foreign Affairs

In what is indeed an "unorthodox history," independent scholar Singer reminds us that through the ages humankind's dream of flight has been fed by numerous motivating obsessions-spirituality, freedom, greed, altruism, play, romance, escapism, accomplishment, dominion, and science and technology-that ultimately coalesced and enabled humans to fly. She covers such topics as mythology, the design of flying machines like balloons, gliders, and kites, and the advent of the Wright brothers but eventually concludes, "It is only later that we look back and see an `invisible hand' fashioning all the elements into the eventual achievement of human flight." Despite the inclusion of a time line, Singer's nonlinear approach is challenging. (Richard Hallion's superb Taking Flight offers a more straightforward approach to the same subject matter.) Doubtless Singer would have had a field day divining the motivations of Santos-Dumont (1873-1932), the subject of this enthralling biography by Hoffman (a former president of Encyclopaedia Britannica). In comparing Santos-Dumont's life to his greatest contemporary rivals, the Wright brothers, the author pinpoints through juxtaposition the salient aspects of the Brazilian's career, buried within a rich historical context: Santos, who sought both notoriety and public approbation, was accepted by the fin-de-siecle aeronautical world because of his wealth and social standing; he had his airships built for him and used his dirigibles as personal runabouts in Paris; he did not believe in patents; and he was credited with flying the first powered aircraft in Europe. Like the Wright brothers, Santos was self-educated, showed little interest in women, and suffered terribly from inaccurate press reporting. Hoffman's fast-paced writing style carries the reader along on a wonderful journey from Santos's childhood on a Brazilian coffee plantation to his suicide at the beach resort of Guaraj . Throughout, he maintains a subtle balance between Santos's extraordinary lifestyle and his real achievements. Singer's Like Sex With Gods is recommended for aviation collections and large libraries; Hoffman's Wings of Madness is highly recommended for all libraries.-John Carver Edwards, Univ. of Georgia Libs., Athens Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.

Library Journal

Inventor, humanitarian, lunatic: a pioneer of aviation receives his due in this well-rendered life. As former Discover editor-in-chief Hoffman (The Man Who Loved Only Numbers, 1998) notes at the outset, Alberto Santos-Dumont (1873-1932) is well remembered, even revered, in his native Brazil, and perhaps in a corner or two of France among the elderly—for it was in Paris, in 1903, that he invented a personal airship in which he tooled around, tethering it like a horse to the gas lamppost in front of his apartment. He also enjoyed hosting "aerial dinner parties" in which the likes of Louis Cartier, the Empress Eugenie, and various Rothschilds would climb atop high chairs to dine on a table suspended from the ceiling by steel cables—a memorable form of entertainment indeed, and perfectly suited to his aims. Paris was most receptive to Santos-Dumont’s odd vision, writes Hoffman, and Santos-Dumont held it in similar regard: "The city had everything going for it, he thought, except that the sky was astonishingly deficient in airships." Santos-Dumont made his discoveries and blueprints available to all comers, quite unlike the Wright Brothers, his contemporaries and sometime competitors, who, Hoffman asserts, were in aviation for the money. And whereas the Wright Brothers conducted their experiments secretly, Santos-Dumont made a point of staging well-advertised public demonstrations. But things went badly for the inventor when he witnessed the destruction wrought by aircraft in WWI; he committed himself to an asylum in Switzerland that he later tried to escape—"He glued feathers to his arms and strapped on wings powered by a small motor in a backpack"—before removing himselfto Brazil, where he committed suicide in the midst of a civil war in which both sides employed bombers, remarking, "I never thought my invention would cause bloodshed between brothers." Hoffman makes a solid case for restoring this fine fellow to the history of flight, and aviation buffs will find his spirited study a true pleasure.

Kirkus Reviews