J.A. Baker: The Peregrine (1967)
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J.A. Baker: The Peregrine (1967)
Baker’s book, from 1967, is a story of obsession that becomes a kind of autobiography.
this book is sooo good. birds. solitude. what more could i ask for!
The Peregrine, pg. 124.
Monday. The peregrine sees and remembers patterns we do not know exist: the neat squares of orchard and woodland, the endlessly varying quadrilateral shapes of fields. He finds his way across the land by a succession of remembered symmetries. But what does he understand? Does he really ‘know’ that an object that increases in size is moving towards him? Or is it that he believes in the size he sees, so that a distant man is too small to be frightening but a man near is a man huge and therefore terrifying? He may live in a world of endless pulsations, of objects forever contracting or dilating in size. Aimed at a distant bird, a flutter of white wings, he may feel – as it spreads out beneath him like a stain of white – that he can never fail to strike. Everything he is has been evolved to link the targeting eye to the striking talon.
Werner Herzog and Robert Pogue Harrison discuss J. A. Baker’s The Peregrine. Allow us to quote Werner (if we may):
“Read. You have to read. Read read read read read read read read read read. If you do not read, you will be a mediocre filmmaker at best. But you will never make a really good film. And almost everyone I know who has made very strong, very good, substantial films are people who are reading, really reading all the time.”
"Footprints in snow are strangely moving. They seem an almost shameful betrayal of the creatures that make them, as though something of themselves had been left defenseless." from The Peregrine by JA Baker
Homage ~ Seattle WA ~ 25 April 2013
"Footprints in snow are strangely moving. They seem an almost shameful betrayal of the creatures that make them, as though something of themselves had been left defenseless." from The Peregrine by JA Baker