by T.H. White, introduction by Marie Winn
The predecessor to Helen Macdonald’s H is for Hawk, T. H. White’s nature writing classic, The Goshawk, asks the age-old question: what is it that binds human beings to other animals? White, the author of The Once and Future King and Mistress Masham’s Repose, was a young writer who found himself rifling through old handbooks of falconry. A particular sentence—"the bird reverted to a feral state”—seized his imagination, and, White later wrote, “A longing came to my mind that I should be able to do this myself. The word ‘feral’ has a kind of magical potency which allied itself to two other words, ‘ferocious’ and ‘free.’” Immediately, White wrote to Germany to acquire a young goshawk. Gos, as White named the bird, was ferocious and Gos was free, and White had no idea how to break him in beyond the ancient (and, though he did not know it, long superseded) practice of depriving him of sleep, which meant that he, White, also went without rest. Slowly man and bird entered a state of delirium and intoxication, of attraction and repulsion that looks very much like love.
White kept a daybook describing his volatile relationship with Gos—at once a tale of obsession, a comedy of errors, and a hymn to the hawk. It was this that became The Goshawk, one of modern literature’s most memorable and surprising encounters with the wilderness—as it exists both within us and without. by T.H. White, introduction by Marie Winn
This is...the best book on falconry, its feel, its emotions, and its flavor, ever written.
— Stephen J. Bodio
It is comic; it is tragic; it is as primal and original as a great wind... it must be ranked as a masterpiece.
— Daily Telegraph (UK)
The book chronicles the ambivalent relationship between White, author of The Once and Future King, and the hawk he trained. Their battle of wills "gives the book its peculiar charm."
— The New York Times
It's a strange, eccentric book about [T. H. White's] attempt to train his first goshawk. It displays an absolute love for the English countryside that I immediately recognized.
— The Mail on Sunday (UK)