One of Frederick W. Rose’s most iconic caricature or satirical maps, this is the 1899 Angling in Troubled Waters. The map presupposes that the reader will recognize the familiar shape of Europe and its constituent nations, which have here been replaced by caricatures, each of which tell their own political story. In Angling in Troubled Waters Rose uses an effective ‘fishing’ metaphor to illustrate conflicts associated with Europe’s crumbling global colonial hegemony as well as inter-European political tensions.
Spain, with scarcely a leg to stand upon, is brought to his knees, and has the chagrin to see his own takings hooked by a more skilful competitor, whose $20,000,000 gaff has just secured a specimen of piscis Philippinus.
Meanwhile, Don Carlos watches his opportunity to snatch the mutilated crown.
Portugal seems likely to dispose of his catch to advantage, whereby his empty purse may assume rounder proportions.
The German Emperor, not satisfied with his sucesses in the fields of art, oratory, and literature, has taken his pack upon his back, and is looking around to see what advantages he may achieve as an imperial bagman. His fist is no longer mailed.
Holland is entirely taken up with its fair young Queen, to whom we wish all prosperity.
Belgium is pleased with his take –a fish of fair size– but he should look to ridding himself of the reptile curling round his neck.
Denmark is the cradle of the royal races of Europe.
Italy, holding in his hand the remnant of his only catch, is like his dependencies, Sardinia and Sicily, crushed by the burthen he has to bear.
Servia & Roumania are almost too young to walk alone yet.
Norway & Sweden (the model of Home Rule), are playing a game of roughand tumble, which, unless they are careful, may break the leash whcih binds together, and leave them a prey to enterprising neighbours.
Russia is offering the olive branch to the world. All honour to him, but if he could discard those toys in his belt, and the store under his right arm, and if we knew exactly what fish he is playing on his line, the world might be more ready to accept his offer.
Turkey, who has lost so much weight as to be scarcely recognizable, is holding his band to his ear. Would that he might hear the howl of indignation which rises against hom for the terrible stain upon his clothes. His hook is still fixed in the nose of Crete, but it looks as if it might easily be torn out. Russia treads heavily upon him, and he no longer knows the repose of by-gone days. Even the «present for a good boy,» which lies in his pocket, may not bring him much satisfaction.
Greece, having tried to seize the Cretan spike fish, has pricked his fingers.
In Austria, the people of all the various nationalities join with the Emperor in deplouring the loss which the hand of an anarchist assassin has caused.
Switzerland, it is to be hoped, is at last determined to put its foot down upon these reptiles in human form.