I really wanted to love H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald, which won the 2014 Samuel Johnson Prize for Non-Fiction, as well as the 2014 Costa Book of the Year but I found it difficult to read and draining, despite some richly descriptive narrative. It’s really three books in one – one about herself, her childhood and her intense grief at the sudden death of her father, one about training a goshawk and another about T H White and his book, The Goshawk in which he describes his own struggle to train a hawk.
When her father died she bought Mabel, a ten week old goshawk and became obsessed with training her. It is the training that made this book so difficult for me to read. I am not comfortable with keeping wild creatures in captivity and in my naivete I hadn’t realised just what training a hawk entailed. Even though Helen Macdonald tells her friend’s husband that it had not been a battle training Mabel because ‘she’s a freakishly calm hawk‘, it came across to me that it had been a battle of wills, as she kept Mabel indoors in a darkened room, in a hood, on a perch or restrained on a leash for much of the time. It was a physical battle too that evoked rage, violence and frustration.
I found it difficult too because it is so personal as she exposed just how bereft she was, how she suffered the loss of her father and became depressed almost to the state of madness:
It was about this time that a kind of madness drifted in. Looking back, I think I was never truly mad. More mad north-north-west. I could tell a hawk from a handsaw always but sometimes it was striking to me how similar they were. I knew I wasn’t mad mad because I’d seen people in the grip of psychosis before, and that was madness as obvious as the taste of blood in the mouth. The kind of madness I had was different. It was quiet, and very, very dangerous. It was a madness designed to keep me sane. My mind struggled to build across the gap, make a new and inhabitable world. (location 219)
This a book unlike any other that I’ve read, about wildness, grief and mourning, and obsession, which made it heavy reading for me.
- Format: Kindle Edition
- File Size: 1875 KB
- Print Length: 322 pages
- Page Numbers Source ISBN: 0802123414
- Publisher: Vintage Digital (31 July 2014)
- Source: I bought it
4 thoughts on “H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald”
This sounds like a tough read. One you feel you ought to appreciate but then feel guilty when you don’t. I think I would find it heavy going too and won’t bother to pick it up if I see it at the library.
I have this book on my TBR list — I love birding, and especially hawks, and am currently rereading Once and Future King, so it seemed a natural. But, I’m with you with regards to capturing and subjecting wild creatures to our will–even raptors in rehab causes me some soul gnashing because it is interfering with nature.
I may actually give this a pass after reading your review–too many other books I really want to read, and I think I may experience the same disappointment that you did.
I have picked this up and put it down again so many times that I have lost count and I think you articulate precisely the reasons I’ve thought this book wasn’t for me. I’m sorry you didn’t get on with it but glad to have my instincts vindicated.
I keep seeing this around and found the title rather intriguing. Doesn’t sound like it is the topic for me either though.
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