Günter Grass’s recent novella about the Wilhelm Gustloff, the largest shipping disaster in history, which somehow got a lot less publicity than the Titanic because it was a Nazi ship. Over 10,000 refugees–about a third of them children–died in the icy waters of the Baltic on January 30, 1945 when the former KdF ship was torpedoed by a Russian sub. In the novella, Grass recounts the real events but couches them in a fictional story about the presistance of guilt and revenge. It’s very good.
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