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CONTENTS
List of Maps xi
Acknowledgments xv
PART I
Afterword 115
PART II
PRIMARY SOURCES 125
Urban Life 127
vii
viii Contents
PART III
China 207
x Contents
PART IV
PART V
Imperialism 259
Disease 261
Rats 263
LIST OF MAPS
Frontispiece: Indochina and the French Colonial Empire, 1902
Map 1: Empires and Colonial Possessions, c. 1910 201
Map 2: French Indochina 220
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LETTER TO THE READER
Dear reader, this is going to be fun. Trust me. This book is going to be a
lot of fun . . . and you just might learn something about some pretty im-
portant topics ranging from the history of disease and urban planning to
Sinophobia and the political economy of empire.
With the help of the incredibly talented Liz Clarke, I’ve put together a
graphic history that, despite a few creepy and disgusting moments, is as
entertaining as it is educational. Over the past twenty years, I have had a
wonderful experience researching the material for what I call “The Great
Hanoi Rat Hunt”; the French colonial state’s quixotic campaign to elimi-
nate plague-bearing rats from the city’s sewers. I’ve traveled to archives in
France and Vietnam and read thousands of pages of century-old docu-
ments in a quest to find a few elusive references to colonial sewer rats. I’ve
even come face-to-face with the descendants of some of the rodents in
question. I have enjoyed sharing this story of empire, modernity, and dis-
ease in academic conferences, journal articles, and radio interviews. Time
and time again, when I tell this story of a modernization project gone awry,
my audience has suggested new ways of looking at the story and alternate
interpretations of the events. I hope you will come to your own conclusions
and draw your own lessons from the book. I am excited to be sharing this
story in a graphic format.
For students of Vietnamese history, this book will add to your knowl-
edge of the nation’s capital. Hanoi, with its 1,000-year history, is home to
overlapping layers of Vietnamese, Chinese, and French cultural influences.
Hanoi is a stunningly beautiful city, and its residents are justly proud of its
hybrid post-Colonial charm. This book will also show some of the ways in
which various Vietnamese individuals expressed their historical agency,
that is to say acted on their own rather than just being acted upon by
French colonizers. We will explore the ways in which Vietnamese people
resisted the empire.
Students of French history will see how the colonial project, the so-
called “civilizing mission,” was exported to a far corner of the empire.
French Hanoi’s history embodies the troubling paradox of France’s best
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xiv Letter to the Reader
traits (the legacy of the Enlightenment and the faith in scientific progress)
coexisting with the nation’s worst practices (systems of colonial exploita-
tion and racist disdain for the non-white Other). I hope my book expresses
the ambiguity and nuance many felt toward colonial modernization proj-
ects. Liz Clarke’s beautiful illustrations capture and convey the complexity
of the colonial encounter, where two cultures lived together within a city
but never really understood each other.
Those of you interested in the history of disease and humanity’s rela-
tionship with the environment will find a fascinating case study that illus-
trates the ironic and tragic ways in which modernization projects can have
unintended consequences. While claiming to make life better for people,
Western industrial-capitalism and imperialism disrupted the lives of mil-
lions and inadvertently spread a number of deadly diseases around the
world. Furthermore, the history of the Third Bubonic Plague Pandemic
(1855–1959) surprises us with important insights into the symbiotic rela-
tionship between humans and other life forms, be they rodents, insects, or
bacteria. Many have argued that modernity was the story of humanity’s
conquest over nature, but in this story nature seems to have escaped defeat.
My discussion of these various themes is framed within a world histori-
cal perspective that takes into account the ways in which cultures and
economies have become increasingly intertwined in the modern era. For at
least three generations, colonialism tied France and Vietnam together, with
each country influencing the other. This story of globalization notes the
important role of China as both a lure to the West and the source of a mas-
sive global diaspora. Sadly, Sinophobia was a frequent reaction to the
world’s complicated relationship with China.
Finally, I want you to think about the process of writing history. Ask
yourself questions about how historians put their stories together. Where
do we find our sources? What kind of evidence do we use? What kind of
information makes its way into an archive or a library? What might be si-
lenced and left out of the historical record?
I hope you enjoy this story of rats and men that has captivated me since
I found its first traces in the archives many years ago.
–Michael G. Vann
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Considering that I have been chasing Hanoi’s sewer rats since 1995,
I should be thanking just about everyone in my professional and personal
life that has had to deal with me for the past two decades. My wife Briana
and my daughter MaaNagala put up with years of my chatter about colo-
nial sewer rats and musings about doing history with cartoons. Briana
helped with translations and MaaNagala drew some great sketches of
grumpy Frenchmen chasing crafty rodents.
I owe the greatest debt to Tyler Stovall, once my doctoral advisor and
now my friend, who always encouraged me to do my best and always
pushes me to do more. At the University of California, Santa Cruz, Terry
Burke and Marc Cioc taught me to think about empire, environment, and
labor in a world historical context. My many friends from the French and
Vietnamese archives include David Del Testa, Eric Jennings, Penny
Edwards, Erica Peters, Christophe Garonne, Sophie Reig, and Claire
Edington. The members of the French Colonial Historical Society, who not
only survived my 2008–2010 tenure as president but then agreed to follow
me to Cambodia in 2014, have been a constant source of camaraderie,
vibrant intellectual exchange, and professional networking. Sue Peabody,
Ruth Ginio, Ken Orosz, Liz Foster, Bob DuPlessis, and Caroline Herbelin
were delightful to work with. I first presented the story of the Great Hanoi
Rat Hunt at the 2002 meeting of the FCHS hosted by Yale University. The
Western Society for French History, the World History Association, the
California affiliate of the World History Association, and the History of
Medicine in Southeast Asia group have been important audiences for de-
veloping my ideas about empire, disease, and creative ways of investigating
cultural history.
Like any good work of world history, I have to thank people around the
globe. In France, Jean François-Klein, a.k.a. “Jeff,” deserves a special
merci for his years of encouragement and good will. His enthusiasm for
history is rivaled by few. Marie and Lionel Cailloux opened their Parisian
home to me, treated me like family, and fed me like royalty. My ohana
extends from Honolulu to Boston and from Shanghai to London: Rick
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xvi Acknowledgments
essential for building the kind of world in which I want my child to live.
A Senior Fellowship from the Center for Khmer Studies to make a film on
French colonial urbanism in Phnom Penh inspired my initial idea to tell the
story of The Great Hanoi Rat Hunt in this non-traditional format.
At Oxford University Press, the incredibly talented Liz Clarke brought
my vision to life. Since I pitched my idea for the rat hunt as a graphic his-
tory, Charles Cavaliere has been a wonderful editor. The anonymous and
semi-anonymous reviewers provided important suggestions and criticisms.
While I am tempted to dedicate The Great Hanoi Rat Hunt to all coffee
baristas who helped get me going in the mornings and make it through the
long afternoons in the archives and the bartenders who helped me wind
down after long days of research, I know that this book must honor the
people of Hanoi. They have endured so much yet remain gracious and gen-
erous hosts. In particular, I want to single out my friend’s grandparents,
Nguyen Khac Thu and Nguyen Thi Toan. Both of them fought for their
nation’s independence and welcomed me into their home.
–Michael G. Vann
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THE GREAT HANOI
RAT HUNT
Part I
THE GRAPHIC
HISTORY
Language: English
Copyright, 1913,
By THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.
Set up and electrotyped. Published September, 1913.
Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing Co.—Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. Pinocchio’s Past 1
II. Pinocchio’s Talk with the Dolphin 5
III. Pinocchio gets a Lesson in Politeness 14
IV. He starts on his Journey 29
V. Some Adventures under the Sea 37
VI. Some More Adventures under the Sea 47
VII. Pinocchio goes Ashore 61
VIII. Pinocchio goes Back into the Sea 71
IX. Pinocchio takes a Horseback Ride in the Sea 85
X. A Visit to Beluga, the Whale 99
XI. He has Dinner with the White Whale 115
He makes the Acquaintance of the Gulf
XII. 129
Stream
XIII. He reaches the Arctic 145
XIV. He finds a Treasure Ship 153
He secures the Treasure; the Fight between
XV. 170
the Sea Wolf and the Whale
Marsovino disobeys Orders and nearly Dies;
XVI. 184
Pinocchio finds his Father
PINOCCHIO
UNDER THE SEA
Pinocchio Under the Sea
CHAPTER I
Have you ever read the Adventures of Pinocchio? What a famous
fellow he was! He could talk and walk and live as you do, children;
and still he was only a marionette! How sad the little fellow felt when
he saw his father disappear in his little boat over the sea!
Do you remember how Pinocchio then tried
to swim across the ocean? How he did his
best to save his poor old father? How he
jumped into the water? How he swam and
swam over those great, high waves? And
how at last he became so tired, that he
could only lie still and let the waves carry
him?
If you remember this, you will also surely
remember that on the next day Pinocchio,
almost lifeless, was thrown on an island.
There he found himself on a small stretch of
ground. All around him was the great
ocean.
Where could he get news of his dear old father? As he looked about
him, he saw a large dark object in the water. It was a dolphin. It had
stuck its nose out of the water and seemed to be waiting for the
marionette. Of Pinocchio’s father, the dolphin knew nothing.
“But,” said he, “I am very much afraid the boat has been lost in the
night.”
My dear children, if you have a good memory, you cannot forget that
after saying this the dolphin turned and disappeared.
“All around him was the Great Ocean.”
This is not true. Indeed not. On the contrary, Pinocchio and the
dolphin had a long talk one with the other. At the end of it, they
decided to take a long journey together.
CHAPTER II
While the two were talking, Pinocchio kept thinking and thinking of
his dear father. He looked so sad that the dolphin finally said to him:
“If you grieve so much for the loss of your father, you must be a good
son. We dolphins are very fond of good children, and I more than
others. To prove this to you, I shall only say that the dolphin of which
Pliny speaks was my great-grandfather.”
“Pliny?” said Pinocchio. And he wrinkled his nose,
because the name was not very well known to him.
“Yes, Pliny the Elder, the famous author of a natural
history. He was a Roman, who was born about one
thousand nine hundred years ago. He was killed in a
terrific eruption of Vesuvius, the one that destroyed
Herculaneum and Pompeii.”
Vesuvius, Herculaneum, and Pompeii were as familiar
to the marionette as was Pliny. To speak plainly, he knew nothing
whatever about them. But, making believe he understood everything,
he said, “Yes, yes! These things I know. But of what does Pliny
speak?”
“He tells us that in the suburbs of Naples a dolphin became very
fond of a boy. Every morning he would wait near shore for the boy.
When the child came, the dolphin would make the youngster climb
on his back. Then the dolphin would swim to Pozzuoli, where was
the boy’s school. Here the boy would go ashore, attend to his school
duties, and when they were over, return to Naples on the dolphin’s
back. A few years later the boy died suddenly. The dolphin, after
waiting in vain for him for many days, grieved himself to death.”
“Is this little story really true?” asked Pinocchio.
“Pliny tells it. Some believe, some do not. But this matters little. To
me, then, as to my parents and their parents, good children have
always been pets. Now listen carefully. Among dolphins, it is the
custom for the young ones to travel with the older ones. I am a tutor,
and I am about to start on a long journey with a young dolphin. If you
wish to come with us to look for your father, you are more than
welcome.”
“My dear Mr. Dolphin, I shall be delighted. May I ask where we are to
go?”
“We are to go on a journey around our world.”
“Around the world!” exclaimed the marionette. “It must be amusing to
see two dolphins walking arm in arm around the streets.”
“Yes,” continued the dolphin, “this young pupil of mine, who belongs
to the Marsoon family, wishes to educate himself. And how can he
better educate himself than by travel?”
“To educate himself!” exclaimed Pinocchio, opening wide his eyes.
That word had always been hard for him to swallow. “Educate! Oh!
Oh! That word I never did like.”
“What are you saying?” asked the dolphin.
“Oh, nothing, nothing! I was just thinking that my teeth are aching.”
“Then it might hurt you to go into the water, and ...” began the
dolphin, kindly.
Pinocchio was perplexed. The idea of looking for his father he liked
very much. Still, when he thought of that word educate, he shivered.
He had always hated school as he hated fire. And you remember, he
once lost his feet through playing with fire.
“What a nuisance it will be,” he kept mumbling, thinking of the sleepy
time it would mean for him.
“Tell me, my dear sir,” he then said, just to gain time, “shall we travel
by train?”
“Of course not! How could we? I told you that we are to travel in our
world. That means that we are not to move out of the water.”
“So much the worse,” again thought Master Pinocchio. “Still, I don’t
see what kind of education there can be in seeing only sea and sky!
Good Mr. Dolphin, do you think that, if I go with you, I shall ever find
my father?”
“Perhaps. We may come upon him on some desert island. Who
knows? In any case, it is your sacred duty to look for him. Will you
come?”
“Yes!” answered Pinocchio, firmly. “I will go.”
“Are you afraid?”
“Afraid,” laughed Pinocchio, with scorn. “Why, I don’t know what fear
is. Just listen. Once, while traveling, I came face to face with a lion.
Instead of taking to my heels as many would have done, I took a
large stone and threw it into his mouth. It lodged in his throat. The
poor beast looked at me so sadly, that instead of dispatching him, I
took the stone out of his throat, and he went quietly away.”
“Oh, if that is the case,” replied the dolphin, who could swallow the
story almost as well as the lion had swallowed the stone, “if that is
the case, I beg your pardon.”
“Very well. When shall we start?”
“To-night, just after sunset.”
“How can we travel in the dark?” asked Pinocchio. He and darkness
had never been great friends.
“Do not be afraid. We are to travel by the light of the sun.”
“Of the sun? Why, we are to travel by night.”
“Nevertheless,” answered the dolphin, smiling, as dolphins are wont
to smile, “nevertheless, we shall travel by the light not only of one
sun, but of many suns.”
Pinocchio looked at him with his mouth wide open. The dolphin
calmly went on: “I promise to show you the sun in the sea.”
Pinocchio wrinkled his nose, as was his habit when puzzled. “I
wonder if the dolphin is making fun of me,” he thought.
“Now I shall leave you, as I have many things to do before starting.
Remember, this evening,” said the dolphin as he went off.
“Do not be afraid. I will be here,” was Pinocchio’s reply.
“Very well. Good-by, Pinocchio.”
“Until to-night, Mr. Fish.”
The dolphin, who had gone a short distance, returned and said
proudly, “Just to enlighten you a little, I am not a fish.”
Again Pinocchio’s eyes opened wide.
“What then? A horse?”
“Pinocchio, I am surprised at you. No, neither horse nor fish.”
“I never knew of there being anything but fish in the sea.”
“Who told you so? There are many animals, my dear boy, who live in
the sea, but who are not fish.”
“What then? Birds? Elephants? Dogs?”
“Yes, sir, just so. Still, you people who live on the earth and read
books, you ought to know all these things.”
“Well ... yes ... I do read books. In fact, I have read every book that
has ever been written.”
“All of them? Nothing less? Why, I didn’t think a man could do that if
he had a hundred lives to live,” murmured the good old dolphin.
“Well, Pinocchio,” he went on, “remember to-night, and do not forget
that I am not a fish.” With this remark he disappeared in the blue
waters.
Pinocchio looked after him for a long time.
“The sun in the sea? Dolphins not fish? I don’t know why, but I’m
very much afraid I’m being made fun of.”
CHAPTER III
When he was alone, Pinocchio began to think of
looking for something to eat. After trying here and
there in vain, he had to be satisfied with looking at a
few empty oyster shells. The best he could do was
to make believe that he had already had a good
meal out of them.
This, of course, was not very easily done, because
the pangs of hunger kept making themselves felt
more and more. At last, to forget them, he decided
to make a tour of the island. This he did, and after that he took a
nap.
When he awoke, it was near sunset. He had all he could do to get to
the meeting place in time.
Off he hastened, and reached the spot just in time, for there was the
dolphin, head out of water, looking for Pinocchio.
A small dolphin, about a yard long, was in the wake of the larger
dolphin.
Pinocchio had made up his mind that even though he might be a
dunce on the earth, still he knew more than a common dolphin. So
he looked at the little fellow as much as to say, “Be very careful how
you speak to me, young man. Remember, I am far above you.”
The old dolphin was very busy with the preparations for their journey.
He came and went and gave orders to his servant.