Vesper Flights by Helen Macdonald
From the New York Times bestselling author of H is for Hawk and winner of the Samuel Johnson Prize for nonfiction, comes a transcendent collection of essays about the natural world.
A collection of her best love pieces together with new essays, nonfiction.
A New York Times Best Seller!
Named a Best Book of the Summer by Entertainment Weekly, TIME, and Literary Hub
“Macdonald experiments with tempo and style, as if testing out different altitudes and finding she can fly at just about any speed, in any direction, with any aim she likes, so supple is her style. She writes about migration patterns and storms, nests as a metaphor for the domestic and the danger of using nature as metaphor at all. I was reminded of the goshawk, so thickly plumed, so powerful that it can bring down a deer, and yet it weighs only a few pounds. These are the very paradoxes of Macdonald’s prose — its lightness and force.”—Parul Sehgal, New York Times
“Vesper Flights is a book of tremendous purpose. Throughout these essays, Macdonald revisits the idea that as a writer it is her responsibility to take stock of what’s happening to the natural world and to convey the value of the living things within it.”—Washington Post
“Exhilarating… No one describes the everyday natural world with greater power or beauty.”—Slate
“Dazzling… Ms. Macdonald reminds us how marvelously unfamiliar much of the nonhuman world remains to us, even as we continue to diminish it.”—Wall Street Journal
“If you’re looking to see the natural world through someone else’s eyes, you’d be hard-pressed to find a better set than those of Helen Macdonald… [Her] writing is miraculously light and substantive at the same time, and her prose is so beautiful, my review copy was hopelessly dog-eared. What makes her such a great observer is her humility and willingness to crack herself open with awe.”—San Francisco Chronicle
“MacDonald’s writing captures the inexpressible rhythm of being… [Her] essays are, if anything, murmurations for our ominous time – dark yet flashin