When I was a child, the Titanic was a horrific disaster/fairy tale that fascinated me and gave me a sharp terror of sunken ships and flooded buildings. I would try to imagine what it would be like to choose to stay on the Titanic and save someone else's life. It was too complex for me, or anyone, I imagine, to realize. Then in 1985, when I was ten, the ship was found. Broken apart and scattered over miles, the images we received were grotesque. And back then we saw very little, actually.
The Titanic is being eaten away by a iron-eating bacteria which will consume the ship within fifty years. This is a relief. The ship, to me, is a graveyard. It IS a graveyard. To me it has always been a site of raw, naked, shrieking horror. It is no wonder that when I did write about the disaster, it would have a happy ending: Marie Curie saves the Titanic.
The Titanic is being eaten away by a iron-eating bacteria which will consume the ship within fifty years. This is a relief. The ship, to me, is a graveyard. It IS a graveyard. To me it has always been a site of raw, naked, shrieking horror. It is no wonder that when I did write about the disaster, it would have a happy ending: Marie Curie saves the Titanic.
