A day later, brute fact had replaced wishful conjecture: “ TITANIC SINKS, 1500 DIE.” Then there were the early survivor narratives-a genre that has by now grown to include a book by the descendants of a Lebanese passenger whose trek to America had begun on a camel caravan.

“ ALL SAVED FROM TITANIC AFTER COLLISION,” the New York Evening Sun crowed less than twenty-four hours after the sinking.

First, there were the headlines, which even today can produce an awful thrill. Since the early morning of April 15, 1912, when the great liner went to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, taking with it five grand pianos, eight thousand dinner forks, an automobile, a fifty-line telephone switchboard, twenty-nine boilers, a jewelled copy of “The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyam,” and more than fifteen hundred lives, the writing hasn’t stopped. It may not be true that “the three most written-about subjects of all time are Jesus, the Civil War, and the Titanic,” as one historian has put it, but it’s not much of an exaggeration. I wasn’t the only one who was obsessed-or writing. Needless to say, their budding friendship was sundered by the disaster. A little later, when I was in my midteens, I toiled for a while on a novel about two fourteen-year-old boys, one a Long Islander like myself, the other a British aristocrat, who meet during the doomed maiden voyage. It has always been among the first books I pack when I move. I had read whatever books the local public library offered, and had spent some of my allowance on a copy of Walter Lord’s indispensable “A Night to Remember.” To this incipient collection Uncle Walter added the precious gift of a biography of the man who designed the ship. The magnificence, the pathos, the enthralling chivalry-Benjamin Guggenheim putting on white tie and tails so he could drown “like a gentleman”-and the shaming cowardice, the awful mistakes, the tantalizing “what if”s: for me, there was no better story. In the early nineteen-seventies, my Uncle Walter, who wasn’t a “real” uncle but had a better intuition about my hobbies and interests than some of my blood relatives did, gave me a thrilling gift: membership in the Titanic Enthusiasts of America. One historian has claimed, “The three most written-about subjects of all time are Jesus, the Civil War, and the Titanic.” Photograph from National Museums Northern Ireland Collection / Ulster Folk & Transport Museum

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