Helen Macdonald’s ‘H Is for Hawk’
New York Times review states
"The premise of her memoir is simple: Macdonald loses her bearings after her beloved father’s sudden death. She retreats from the human world. She’s a poet, historian and longtime falconer, and for complicated reasons, she seizes upon a strange yet sublime prescription for what ails her: She will raise and train a young goshawk, a cur of a bird to some, notoriously difficult to tame. Bigger, “bulkier, bloodier, deadlier, scarier,” she says, than other hawks they are sometimes confused with."
The book is also a history and psyco analysis of t.h.white, how to raise a falcon, and her dealing with death, and she writes lovely prose. I enjoyed her writing first and then I became involved with the story.
I is remind him in the month book where she describes looking for the world through to buy two frame to capture it all and McDonald describes her father's approach to photography
"look through the viewfinder. Stops you being involved. Stops you being scared. You No longer possess a body to fall or fail; all that exist is a square and finally groundglass and the world seen through it,"
That allows you to be a watcher in being a watcher you can learn who you are and what you can be.
In dealing with her father's death she thought that to heal her hurt she need in the flee to the wild and that what you need to do was to turn to people and for holding other human hands wildness is not a panacea for the human soul too much in the air could corrode it to nothing.
She cautions against being a tourist in the world as opposed to been involved in the world and isolation can bring further isolation. That community brings healing: it is the place to heal a broken heart. " I must fight always against forgetting" truly a gospel axiom of telling us we need to remember !
You have to be patient. If there is something you want very much, you just have to be patient and wait.
