At the time it was first published in the mid-1980s, and, through today, I believe this remains one of the better books about RMS Titanic.
And yet I struggle to give it even that much praise.
Author Wyn Craig Wade chose to anchor his work on the United States Senate inquiry into loss of the ship, dominated by the perspective of its chair, William Alden Smith (Republican, Michigan). Senator Smith, and thus Mr Wade, seem most interested in ascribing blame. Identifying bad guys in black-and-white terms. Establishing a case for legal liability.
Such things are certainly part of the story. And unquestionable good flow as a direct outcome of this examination, including specific improvements in laws governing maritime safety. Mr Wade extols these. Noted.
I also admire the prescience and speed that went into seating a governmental accountability review conviened all-but coincident with the arrival of survivors on RMS Carpathia. If such a thing as "unvarnished truth" exists, this got as close as was possible to finding it via Titanic-centered legal procedings.
Unfortunately, that's as far as it went. Worse still, the drama of these proceedings, impressive as they were, meant that their narrative became the narrative on Titanic.
Not enough lifeboats. J Bruce Ismay as reprobate characticature shown to us by James Cameron in 1997, with Charles Lightoller featured in supporting role.
Beyond Titanic, Wyn Craig Wade indulges excessive digressions into the biography of William Alden Smith, presidential politics, and the period: All fail to pay-off with ties to the core narrative in proportion to the time spent plowing through them. This, ad nauseum, as the engineering logic of staying on a ship designed to be its own lifeboat is scarcely examined in this book.
Again, important parts, all. But where's the obvious potential for a value-added perspective from three-quarters-of-a-century post-event? Or even twenty-five?
Failure to inquire and incorporate so much of that is the Achilles heal of Wyn Craig Wade.
In generously slotting this book between three stars and five, then, I've given it strong marks for being solid in what it seemingly sought to be. Indeed, it is all-the-more important, too, in revealing just how much of what is near-religious gospel about Titanic is based on just how little. And why those limited insights perpetuate without flinching to this day.
(See definition, "primacy effect.")
Why not five stars, calling it an exposé?
Because I see no evidence that the author himself sought or saw himself as delivering through The Titanic: End of a Dream any sort of critical examination of mythos. Rather, he seems to have simply happened upon it.