H Is for Hawk

Helen Macdonald, as she tells it in H Is for Hawk, was an awkward, unlovely, unpopular child. But though her life in the outside world may not have been so auspicious, she had a rich interior life that allowed her to escape from all that. She had an obsession: birds. She was fascinated by birds in general, but the ones which held the strongest attraction for her were the raptors, the magnificent killing machines of the avian world. She read everything she could find about the birds and about humans working with those magnificent killing machines and training them in the sport of falconry. Her most passionate desire was to be a falconer when she grew up. Helen, unlike many of us, had parents who did not discourage her obsession. They accepted it as normal and encouraged her in it. Her father, a professional news photographer, took her into the fields and woods to observe birds and to look for raptors. He taught her to focus as through a lens, in order to put herself outside the frame and maintain distance from the subject. Helen was especially close to her father. He was the much-loved, much-adored center of her life, the person who gave her her grounding in the world. When he collapsed and died unexpectedly on a London street while working, Helen's world also collapsed. She had lost her center and didn't know how to find her way. She was floundering. She retreated to her world of obsession. She had long worked with hawks in various types of situations, but she had never owned one or trained one on her own. At length, she decides that this is what she must do. She will train a hawk. But not just any hawk - a Goshawk, one of the most high-spirited and difficult to train birds of prey. She receives her bird, which she names Mabel, and just like that, she has found a new center for her being. The training begins. As she works with Mabel, she rereads an old book by T.H. White called The Goshawk. It recounts his experience in trying to tame and train a Goshawk. He had no idea what he was doing and his "training" methods were more like torture. Macdonald is appalled by his book but also mesmerized by it and by what it tells her about the man. She reflects on the man and his life as an outsider, a repressed homosexual, a sadist. She ruminates on the connections between the man's personal life, the influence of World War II, his experience with the Goshawk, and how all of that came together to impact and shape his writing about the tales of King Arthur in The Sword in the Stone. She weaves all of these topics together and they become the prism through which she looks at her own life and her experience of grief, and, in the end, she pulls it all together and begins to make sense of it so that she can get on with that life. This is a highly praised and much-honored book and, in my opinion, it deserves all of that. It is an amazing, almost unclassifiable book. It is a memoir and yet at times it reads with the urgency of the best fiction. I wouldn't necessarily describe it as a page-turner though. It is slow in parts, but there's nothing wrong with that. It just gives one time for reflection, time to absorb what one is reading. My only quibble with the book was a certain irritation and impatience with Macdonald herself. She completely gives herself up to grieving. She's able to do that because she is single with no family depending on her. She does have a mother (the widow of her father who died) and a brother and yet she is so self-absorbed with how the death of this man has affected her that she seems to have no understanding or empathy for what it has meant to these other people who loved him. Her grief insulates her and cuts her off from other human relationships. In the depths of mourning, she is as much a loner as T.H. White ever was. In the end, this is a book about Nature, the human and the avian kind, and about the profound and complex relationships that can develop between two species. I could never be a falconer, because I believe wild birds should be free. In fact, it distresses me to see an animal caged or tied up. But there is no discounting the effect that working with Mabel had on Helen Macdonald. At a time when she was spinning out of control, it helped her to find her way back, get her life back on track. H Is for Hawk. H is also for healing.

When the title of this book first flashed across my Kindle screen I thought it would be another in Sue Grafton’s “alphabet series” of murder mysteries. But no, it is the highly acclaimed memoir of British author Helen MacDonald. “H is for Hawk” describes her experience as a falconer training a young northern goshawk (acciper gentilis) to hunt free from the fist in the countryside near Cambridge where she taught. The zooligical name of the bird belies its true nature - which is quite vicious - especially while in pursuit of prey. It is also the most difficult of hawks to train. Although the author had previously published lesser books this publication marks her sudden ascendancy to #1 on the NY Times Best Seller list for non-fiction. By profession a historian and teacher of English Ms MacDonald is also an accomplished falconer, having raised and trained many different kinds of hawk since her seemingly idyllic childhood. The sudden death of her father in the prime of his life while photographing on assignment catapults her into inconsolable grief. A momentous decision to raise and train a young goshawk abruptly changes the trajectory of her life. In this memoir covering less than one year in her life she describes in great detail one experience after another – from the initial acquisition of the bird to its first spring molting season. These experiences are colored by her intensely felt and palpable emotions. It is an account filled with numerous flashbacks to earlier events – not only in her life – but more significantly to the life experiences and writings of T.H. While. An earlier English writer he is probably best known for “The Sword in the Stone” and “The Once and Future King” – Arthurian fantasies which served as he basis of a popular Disney animation. Terence Hanley White was also the author of “Goshawk” – a memoir chronicling his disastrous relationship to a goshawk he raised and trained in the most inappropriate manner. While there are parallels between the two experiences – his and hers – they are vastly different in their outcomes. One might think that such a story could lead to a boring book – unless one were fascinated by the sport of falconry – which I certainly am not. While reading one is exposed to myriad details pertaining to hawks and falconry. However, the structure is skilfully pieced together and the writing is of the highest caliber. Ms MacDonald’s prose is both elegant and eloquent. The stages of her grief and her relationship with this bird – as well as the countryside – become tangible to a reader. Some would find it a depressing work – since clearly she has gone through – and seemingly recovered to some extent from – a deep state of depression. I did not find it depressing or boring to read. Though at times I wished – like some other reviewers – that she would eliminate many of the paraphrases of White’s text – I nevertheless found the brilliancy of the writing made up for these excursions.

I pity the fool who read this book on the basis of the favorable reviews that assured you , this is a great book, you don’t need to be interested in hawks.I read it because I am interested in hawks . If I hadn’t been there is no way I could have finished it. McDonald has lost her father and is deeply depressed. In this context, she decided to train a gos hawk. Goshawks are apparently harder to train than falcons and much of the material dealing with her hawk is interesting. Unfortunately she is obsessed with a book by T. H. White on his experience training a goshawk. Now it makes perfect sense that she would mention this book ..What is astonishing is that a large part of the book is taken up discussing T.H. White and his book.It’s not one section of the book, every few pages she starts up on White. This is very boring and comes across as padding.White is best known as the author of the Once and Future King a book I hated because it struck me as an extended exercise in tweeness. Bottom line- there is slim interesting book on hawks here imprisoned in a long book dealing with T. H.White and the authors depression.If you like that kind of thing, you’ll like this.

I love this book. Read it when it was first published & not at all surprised that it won the Samuel Johnson prize for non fiction. Looking forward to reading it again.

A rubbish book! Axxx