So Titanic is totally the new George Washington.
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Noah is next-level obsessed with all things Titanic right now. Movies, books, documentaries, endless recreations in the bathtub, you name it. His twin life goals right now include a ride on Titanic 2 and making enough money to raise the original wreck before the ocean eats it.
(How he'll achieve the second goal is a little fuzzy. It's either inventing time travel or "something with computers.")
I, too, went through a pretty big Titanic phase around his age, so it's been fun tracking down all the books I read and still remember pretty vividly. One of my favorites was A Night To Remember, and I promised him I'd re-read it after he was done so we could talk about it. (That is a Very Big Deal for a Spectrum kid, as he's aware most conversations about his obsessions are more like endless, one-sided lectures.)
He read it, he loved it, he's already watched the movie version four times. And as promised, I re-read the book as well. Which I enjoyed even more this time, as Noah had very helpfully annotated it for me.
And he was BESIDE himself with the one big inaccuracy in it: The Titanic didn't break in half as it sank (since SIMPSONS NERD VOICE the survivors gave conflicting accounts of the ship's final moments, and it wasn't known for sure until the wreck was discovered in two pieces in 1985 COUGH COUGH AHEM). So he took it upon himself to correct the record:
He also found our one tenuous family connection to the tragedy:
(She was supposedly a distant cousin who, as a nurse, went down with the ship trying to help injured passengers. She was also a Mormon from Utah while my family were all Irish Protestant potato famine refugees in Philadelphia, so...I dunno. The family lore might be really stretching the definition of "distant," there.)
And then we talked about it! The End.