DEAD WAKE: THE LAST CROSSING OF THE LUSITANIA
By Erik Larson. (Crown, 430 pages, $28.)
We all know what happened to the Lusitania: It sank. But in "Dead Wake," Erik Larson gives us the full story, weaving the lavish excursion of the doomed passengers; the back story of the captain; the cogitations of Winston Churchill and the British code breakers, who knew the danger but decided not to warn the United States, and, of course, the stealth of Walther Schweiger, captain of the U-boat that brought the ship down. In the tradition of Larson's previous books, this is a riveting, suspenseful tale.
GRATITUDE
By Oliver Sacks. (Alfred A. Knopf, 64 pages, $17.)
In these four graceful essays written in the two years before he died, Oliver Sacks looks at life, old age — and death, square in the eye. In "Mercury," he is on the verge of turning 80, "glad to be alive." He is amazed at his fate: "I often feel that life is about to begin, only to realize it is almost over." The essay "My Own Life" was written right after he got the news about his cancer and dire prognosis. "I cannot pretend I am without fear," he writes. "But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude." First published individually in the New York Times, together these pieces form a wise and profound quartet.
UNFAITHFUL MUSIC & DISAPPEARING INK
By Elvis Costello. (Blue Rider Press, 674 pages, $30.)
Packed with memories as well as the stories behind some of his wonderful songs, Elvis Costello's memoir is funny and entertaining. He drops names like mad, but that's because he's worked with so many: T Bone Burnett, Paul Simon, Tony Bennett, Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan (who once met up with him after a show in Minneapolis). He pokes fun at himself: "You take the next verse, Elvis," June Carter whispered during a performance of "Will the Circle Be Unbroken." "I can't," Elvis whispered back, "because you've already sung all the verses I know."
H IS FOR HAWK
By Helen Macdonald. (Grove Press, 300 pages, $26.)
Helen Macdonald had been fascinated by falconry from the time she was a girl, setting out on walks across the English countryside with her father. But after her father died, Macdonald found herself drawn to the largest, most dangerous hawk of all, the goshawk. By immersing herself in training this feral bird she worked through her grief, although she nearly went mad in the process. "H Is for Hawk" weaves threads of mourning, love and nature in some of the most gorgeous writing I've read all year.
THE WITCHES
By Stacy Schiff. (Little, Brown, 498 pages, $32.)
Stacy Schiff opens this big, engaging history by telling us what didn't happen. Nobody was burned at the stake; there was no chicken blood, no voodoo, no boiling cauldrons. And then, for 600 pages, she tells us what did happen, starting with the minister's daughters who began throwing fits. Their antics swept Salem as well as two other towns into the hysteria. Daughters accused mothers; husbands their wives; the accused were tortured until they confessed. In the end, 14 people died — 13 hanged, and one man crushed under a pile of stones.