The Ruling Caste: Imperial Lives in the Victorian Raj

A wonderful peek into the long-ago lives of British civil servants who kept the empire going in far-away India. If you're a member of a military family or a corporate trailing spouse with more than a few miles on the odometer, expect to resonate with sympathy. The Empire is long gone, but the problems of work and relocation are timeless.

"The Ruling Caste" by David Gilmour gives an excellent and evocative account of how British civilian officials lived their lives in the Raj (ie not the military, business people or missionaries). He covers how they were trained, their working routines, how they found wives, entertainment, sports and much else. Many books on the history of British India focus on the big picture and the comings and goings of the senior officials in the Government and Military. Gilmour's book describes how the majority of officials lived and worked at the grassroots level of villages and districts: what exactly they did each day, how a magistrate did his job and so on. Kipling's stories describe many of the same types of people, but of course they are fictionalised accounts which may be overly sympathetic or exaggerated in other ways. However, contemporaries in India frequently commented on their generally accurate portrayals. Colonialism is often criticised because of our understandable repugnance of one country imposing its rule over the population of another. In principle this is fair, but criticism by historians is often taken to the extreme of refusing to accept that anything good ever came out of colonialism. This is especially unfair to the British, who did not behave with the rapacity and cruelty of other colonial powers of the day. Gilmour's book and others like it redress the balance somewhat by describing lives of duty, sacrifice and affection for the people they ruled. Others became internationally respected for their work as historians, linguists and protectors of Indian cultural heritage. Another paid for the construction of a canal out of his own pocket - one of many similar, if less spectacular, examples of personal largesse. Reading this book one cannot escape the feeling that there was a certain nobility and decency about the work of many officials of the Indian Civil Service, especially those working in Districts where they were in intimate contact with villagers. District Officers were mostly young men in their twenties in charge of a District of up to a million people, with perhaps only a few other British officials - or even none at all. The opportunities for corruption, oppression or debauchery are obvious, but by and large these young men were incorruptible and behaved with great honour. These decent lives deserve to be better known and Gilmour's book does them justice. Today, mere "celebrity" is often applauded as heroism and talent, so it is good to read about true heroes and genuinely talented people who did not court publicity but just went about their unsung work in India, often for a lifetime. Of course they were not all hard-working saints and Gilmour gives sufficient examples to make this clear. India had its share of "bad bargains", eccentrics and mavericks and Gilmour describes their exploits with sympathy and dry humour. Some of these tales are gems. Readers interested in how the Raj was run and the people wh

David Gilmour has written an extremely well-researched history of the Indian Civil Service, that is of the British civil servants who administered India, the crown jewel of the British Empire, which then encompassed India, Pakistan, Bangladesh and Myanmar. Anyone who has any doubts that it was not, on the whole, extremely capable and incorruptible, and, all in all, a huge force for the good will not harbor them at the end of the book. This book is written in a sort of dry, plodding and scholarly style that makes it a dream come true for anyone who needs to write a paper or otherwise consult Gilmour's research for their own work. But the same matter-of-factness and lack of narrative mean that only very few will enjoy reading this book for pleasure.

My book club chose to read Gilmour's "The Ruling Caste" and we all struggled to get through it. It's a fact-filled and interesting--but not entirely readable--work that has the unmistakable stamp of thorough scholarship which must be appreciated. Because he carefully tends to the minutiae of workaday life for a Victorian-era man in the Indian Civil Service, the book gives up both gravitas and sweep. Some luminaries of the times, like Rudyard Kipling and Lord Curzon, appear (Gilmour has written biographies of those two.) but most of the names are unknowns who kept journals or whose letters were turned over to the British archives by descendants. These people were true Imperialists, spending their entire careers abroad and coming home to retire into obscurity: "Here were men who had governed millions of people...Yet no one in Britain seemed to care who they were or what they had been doing." The reader may ask, "Shouldn't I be reading something more important?" Well, maybe so, but consider this: the British stamp upon India was so pervasive that, to this day, it informs the attitudes and ethics of millions of English-speaking, West-oriented Indians, from the call center clerk in Bangalore who helped you resolve that software problem last week to the cardiologist down the street in Anytown, USA.

The stories we normally read of the life of the British in India somes from stories like Gunga Din. This book is about the lives of the ordinary day-to-day existence of the members of the Indian Civil Service. Most members had a life of normalcy. They were neither the tyrannical, racist, dogmatic dictators portrayed in a lot of fiction, nor were they the total incompetents portrayed in others. Instead here are the stories of ordinary lives going to college, jobs, marriages, living a life of some ease but far from home and occassionally quite dangerous. The book was exhaustively researched and filled with short tales and annecdotes that serve to make these men human. They, for the most part, attempted to do right by the Queen and by the prople for whom they were responsible. Comparing how the British left India with how the other imperial powers left most of Africa, they did a pretty good job.