I just could not get into this read. Much prefer H is for Hawk.
One of the strangest books I've ever read. The author was a British librarian about whom very little is known, who became obsessed with wild peregrines in the UK during the 1950's and '60's, when the species seemed doomed (analogous to bald eagles in America) from agricultural pesticide use. The book chronicles the author's pursuit and observations of wild peregrines over the course of about a year, until his preoccupation becomes so intense he feels himself being transformed into a peregrine. The book contains some of the most beautiful writing I've read in a while, but it's a bit of a sipper: there is so much bird death (mostly by the talons of the insatiable peregrines) that more than a few pages at once can be a real downer. One reason I picked it up is because I heard it is a book that filmmaker Werner Herzog makes all his students read, or, to hear him tell it: "It has prose of the caliber that we have not seen since Joseph Conrad. And an ecstasy—a delirious sort of love for what he observes. The intensity and the ecstasy of observation is something that you have to have as a filmmaker or somebody who loves literature. Whoever really loves literature, whoever really loves movies, should read that book." (Source of quote: https://www.ttbook.org/book/werner-herzogs-required-reading-peregrine).
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