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3.82 AVERAGE
3.82 AVERAGE
Loved hearing this book in the author's voice. I really liked her connection to nature and animals. My least preferred was when she was talking about White, those parts didn't work as well for me personally.
emotional
reflective
sad
slow-paced
emotional
informative
reflective
sad
slow-paced
Content Warnings
Graphic: Animal death
Moderate: Death
Minor: Death of parent
I've never read anything quite like this. I wish I had half of Macdonald's way with animals, and a quarter of her brains.
emotional
reflective
sad
slow-paced
3.5 stars
I expected to connect with this book more, as I consider myself an animal lover and this book is a type of memoir of an animal lover: her experience training her goshawk. I really enjoyed many parts of the book; Macdonald truly has an amazing vocabulary for describing her hawk and her experiences and emotions as she trains her (the hawk). However, I think the book felt a little too academic for me at times; it made me feel distanced from the author when I wanted her storytelling to draw me in more.
I expected to connect with this book more, as I consider myself an animal lover and this book is a type of memoir of an animal lover: her experience training her goshawk. I really enjoyed many parts of the book; Macdonald truly has an amazing vocabulary for describing her hawk and her experiences and emotions as she trains her (the hawk). However, I think the book felt a little too academic for me at times; it made me feel distanced from the author when I wanted her storytelling to draw me in more.
Esta es una novela sobre cómo domesticar un azor.
Podría calificarlo así y sería cierto; pero, al mismo tiempo, constituiría una mentira. Esta novela contiene varios niveles de lectura y de narrativa. La autora utiliza una tragedia propia y el hecho de que comenzó a domesticar un azor como consecuencia de ella, para hablar de estos animales, la cetrería, nuestra relación con la naturaleza, los traumas del autor T.H. White y el proceso de duelo. Todo ello escrito con una prosa muy bella, de manera que, como todo buen libro, al final nos habla sobre el ser humano; cómo nos enfrentamos al dolor y la pérdida.
Un libro de no ficción magistral que sin duda me tendrá pensando mucho tiempo.
Por último, solo resaltar el trabajo del traductor, Joan Eloi Roca, que creo hace un gran trabajo.
Podría calificarlo así y sería cierto; pero, al mismo tiempo, constituiría una mentira. Esta novela contiene varios niveles de lectura y de narrativa. La autora utiliza una tragedia propia y el hecho de que comenzó a domesticar un azor como consecuencia de ella, para hablar de estos animales, la cetrería, nuestra relación con la naturaleza, los traumas del autor T.H. White y el proceso de duelo. Todo ello escrito con una prosa muy bella, de manera que, como todo buen libro, al final nos habla sobre el ser humano; cómo nos enfrentamos al dolor y la pérdida.
Un libro de no ficción magistral que sin duda me tendrá pensando mucho tiempo.
Por último, solo resaltar el trabajo del traductor, Joan Eloi Roca, que creo hace un gran trabajo.
So well written, interesting, but hard for me to personally relate to.
I liked it. It's very well written, as many other reviewers have noticed. Your mileage will with H IS FOR HAWK will vary based on how much you're willing to put up with a lot of detail about a hobby you'll never participate in (falconry) and a lot of detail about an author you have probably never read (TL White).
But, towards the end, the author explicitly spells out the themes of the book (or the memoir), and this kind of robs the reader of their own discovery of it. Perhaps that's a good thing? The author lays out their own epiphany, and if you, the reader, have already gotten there, it feels a little obvious. But why am I complaining? It's good account of grief, but I can certainly see why the literary community championed this.
But, towards the end, the author explicitly spells out the themes of the book (or the memoir), and this kind of robs the reader of their own discovery of it. Perhaps that's a good thing? The author lays out their own epiphany, and if you, the reader, have already gotten there, it feels a little obvious. But why am I complaining? It's good account of grief, but I can certainly see why the literary community championed this.