Once again not impressed by Larson’s writing. His attempt at historical writing falls flat (sinks?) and feels like a cobbled together patchwork of an amateur historian. The topic was the sinking of the Lusitania in 1915. By scouring passenger records, correspondence, and interviews, he puts together what seems like an extensive, well-rounded account of the events leading up to the sinking (including painting a portrait of the U-boat commander who sunk the ship). But for me, the effort felt thin, he tries to make mountains out of molehills, like the huge build-up of the guy who died that was a stranger to most on the boat but who was well-liked and remembered. A big yawn closed this book for me.