"Do I remember that first sight of him clearly now, after all that has been? I should have been struck speechless. I should have swooned. Instead, I walked toward him quite calmly, or I thought I was calm. Yet I do remember wondering if I had combed my hair that morning. I do remember being glad I had worn a bra and wishing it were not so plain and businesslike. And I remember thinking of one more thing to add to my 'before I die' list - not the list I'd written out of things a person can actually arrange on purpose, but the mental list of things I would most likely die without: passion. It is a measure of how dazzled I was that I completely failed to see any significance in such a thought at that particular moment." And so begins The Falconer, a stunning love story set in the Sierra Nevada mountains, about two ordinary people whose lives are transformed by love. India Blake realizes that she has let her life pass in dutiful commitments, without living fully, without achieving her dream of adventure and love. And then she meets Rhodri, a master falconer who teaches her how to fly falcons - and with whom she discovers the passion and deep connection she has been missing.
my all time favorite book. you either identify with it or you don't. the author is a poet so the wording is just beautifully mastered. I love the story. I read it once a year becuase it is that good....
I just bought this little gem on Kindle, more than a decade after reading it for the first time. It's lyrical and beautiful and short; one of my all time favourites.
Read this YEARS ago...beautiful, simple love story about a woman who is dying of cancer, and makes a list of things she'd like to do before she dies. Flying a falcon is one, and with the unlikely help of the odd, quiet falconer, she realizes her life has been full of tragic missed opportunities. The story has "Bridges of Madison County" undertones...what can I say...I am a hopeless romantic at heart.
This is a beautifully written novella (I'm sure it's a novel, but it was a quick read for me) with brilliant lyricism, which is what I expected from McCarthy. While McCarthy captures the awe of falconry through prose (with a poet's knowledge of imagery), I think a novel that wants to capture a tender love story cannot begin to fathom knowledge of a truncated life or a marriage sans romance novel-worthy fireworks in explicit detail. Do not come to this novel with those expectations. Dying of cancer—or any illness where treatment and disease cause so much grief to psyche and physiology is difficult to treat with lyric prose. And the intricacies of marriage (no matter the state of love) are never that simple. However, McCarthy's treatment of Falconry is spot-on. She did her research. She caught my elation at letting a hawk fly to hunt and even many Falconers' opinions on why it is a sport (a hawk or eagle is always wild and may never come back after a hunt). There is the thrill of letting someone you love soar out in the hopes that she flies back to your fist, and the pitted knot in your throat as you watch her soar out wings beating to the same pitched rhythm as your heart. Kudos for McCarthy's prose. I like my prose as lyric as it comes though, so I am biased.
Romanzo tanto breve quanto intenso, in cui una donna (ri)scopre la passione amorosa alla fine della vita. L'Autrice ci conduce così sul confine tra la Terra intrisa di terrificante sofferenza, ed i Cielo, capace di liberarla dalla sua prigione di dolore.
The Falconer is a small gem of a book –part story of the final days of India Blake Davern and part the story of the romance she finds with a man who flies falcons for a hobby in those final days. The writing is misty and poetic. The book is short and tells its tale in alternating flashes of past and present.
India has been trying to get away from the town in the Sierra foothills where she grew up since she was a child. She was kept at home first by her mother’s tales of what might happen to a runaway girl child, then by her mother’s lingering death from cancer. Now she is trapped in a loveless marriage to a man who has had a succession of lovers.
Not yet forty, she has just received her own diagnosis of cancer. No lingering death for her; she is given less than six months to live.
She begins planning a list of the things she would like to do before she dies. Not the grandiose list of great adventures a lot of people make, but things she thinks she might actually be able to do. She thinks about watching hawks fly, and when she overhears somebody mention that there might be someone not too far away who flies falcons, she fixes on that idea as a place to begin her list. She will fly a falcon.
So, she meets Rhodri MacNeal. He shows her his falcons. She returns again and again, and he teaches her how to fly them. And she falls in love. They fall in love.
I was scanning the library shelf for Cormac McCarthy and didn't find what I wanted, but this "Falconer" title jumped out at eye level and given my interest in birding I pulled it out and quickly skimmed the synopsis. In the mood for a short, interesting story, I checked it out. It was a quick read, and as others may have mentioned, it's Bridges of Madison County meets H is for Hawk. The protagonist was relatable and sympathetic, the descriptions of falconry were informative and the way India experienced her illness was noble. My only critique would be that I occasionally had a hard time tracking certain scenes, as if a sentence were missing. Also, the author switched between first and third person in various chapters, but I need to review to better understand the pattern.
I found this very readable and filled with just enough tragic romance to be compelling.
Recently, The Falconer was highly recommended on a Facebook site that I follow. I then ordered a copy from ThriftBooks, as my local library had long since withdrawn its only copy.
Well, I should have saved my money. Mercifully, as the book was a mere 134 pages, I wasted only an hour or so of my life. The story was utterly ridiculous, the flowery prose was nauseating, and any comparisons to The Bridges of Madison County cannot be ignored.
Ostin tän kirpparilta eilen. Tää vaikutti hyvältä joten halusin lukea sen. Alotin ja lopetin sen tänään.
Oli kaunis kirja! Luon muiden arvosteluja ja jengi sano että tää oli niiden lemppari kirja, ja enkä ihmettele sekunttiakaan. Jotenki haluun vaan mennä itkemään nyt. Rhodri oli aivan ihana... Mä haluun tollasen miehennnn tai naisennn. Kaunis.
A beautifully crafted story about a dying woman whose final wishes lead her to a falconer. It’s one of those books that truly draws you in. You take those last months with the character. You can almost feel the air beneath the falcons wings as you chase the words. You experience her sadness and her joy. I just loved it.
I read this because it was a book we found in our book case that no one knew where it came from?? I enjoyed the writing style and made me reflect on people dealing with cancer and the end of life issues. Enjoyed.
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Una historia de amor breve, pero cargada de sentimientos y melancolía. India tiene cáncer muy avanzado. Pero conoce a Rhodri (un halconero). Ese tiempo breve que pasan juntos hace que India cambie su forma de ver la vida.
I read this book when it first came out in 1996. I was a big fan of romance back then but now not so much. I could not get this book out of my mind so I decided to reread it, and I still love it even though it is a love story. I highly recommend this book
Tears of joy, sorrow and awakening fill my eyes as I write this review. I’m overwhelmed in gratitude for finding this book, it stands as a reminder to cherish every moment and to continue dreaming.