Lockhart’s prose is . . . so intimate, urgent, and visceral as to make his darkly resonant ruminations almost unfailingly gripping.
Independent - Matthew Adams
"A beautifully written paean to flight. . . . Lockhart channels each experience with such vivid strokes that you practically peer through the binoculars with himsearching for something high up in the distance, soaring to the wind."
Part travelogue, part natural history, this is a masterful hymn to Britain’s raptors, in all their elegant glory. It’s no easy task to try and capture the wonder of these birds, from hen harriers swimming over land in an Orkney gale to a sparrowhawk displaying in a Warwickshire field, but Lockhart pulls it off.
Lockhart’s [book] is one to sample and savour in smaller doses. They say that the fragrance of violets only persists a few seconds before the ionone shortcircuits our sensory systems. Lockhart’s prose is so finely worked and so rich in arresting images that it has something of the same effect. . . . The birds and the landscapes are all beautifully evoked, and there are many breathtaking turns of phrase. Lockhart also has a superb eye . . . and makes some beautifully nuanced discriminations.
Times Literary Supplement - Jeremy Mynott
Lockhart’s soaring debut is a perfect synthesis of travel writing and natural history. The premise of Raptor is simple. . . . Yet the fruits of his labor are anything but plain as he laces vivid prose with illuminating facts to explore his own colorful experiences without shifting focus from the birds themselves. Following in the tradition of T. H. White’s The Goshawk , J. A. Baker’s The Peregrine , and, most recently, Helen Macdonald’s rapturously received H is for Hawk , Lockhart elegantly depicts these creatures of the sky and, in so doing, celebrates the natural richness of the country over which they fly.
Financial Times - Anna Godfrey
An odyssey. . . . A nature travelogue for dipping into and savoring.
Lockhart’s exquisite, poetic language is a sensuous delight without sacrificing scientific accuracy. Raptor is, quite simply, a tour de force.
"Lockhart's own understanding of raptor ethology shines. His journeyintercut with passages by Victorian ornithologist William MacGillivrayflings us into skies where a hobby ‘concertinas’ the air, or a marsh harrier’s ruff gives it the air of an Elizabethan grandee."
"This is an extremely well-made book. For a first, it’s remarkably achieved. . . . Lockhart . . . is stepping towards the distinguished company of the great modern literary books on birds of prey. . . . But Raptor also makes its own way with originality and authenticity. The writing, at times, is as good as anything we have on the subject to date."
"Nothing prepared me for the sustained brilliance and intensity of this book. . . . Warm, intimate, full of wonder and delight in the ways the birds revealed themselves."
"Raptor rips at its words, turning them into exquisite portraits of the utter wild, shaping soaring, obsessive beauty out of the British landscape and its imperial birds."
The frequent appearance of Macgillivray and his works, even his meetings with local people as he walks hundreds of miles in search of birds, adds a pleasing quirkiness to an already unusual work, beautifully evoking birds and environments. The book has a lot of informative detail within, so that in reading these accounts a good deal of learning about birds and places is inevitable. Any bird of prey fan, particularly those with an interest in these spectacular birds' changing fortunes over time, will find it irresistible, and it is thoroughly recommended.
In flightas Lockhart rhapsodiesnothing is more graceful than a hawk sailing the wind. The sight, for those with eyes to see, leaves the watcher, with an ounce of poetry in their soul, ‘rapt.’ Nowhere is the paradox of nature’s combined beauty and cruelty more perfectly embodied than in these winged raptors.
Difficult to put down . . . [and] so enjoyable to read. Lockhart writes very well, painting beautiful verbal pictures of the wild raptors, the landscapes in which he finds them, and the people who occupy those often bleak districts, to say nothing of sometimes atrocious weather that he encounters. . . . Eminently readable and informative. I recommend it.
"A lovely, poetic book. . . . Like any good naturalist, Lockhart relies on his ears as well as his eyes. He gets down the different calls of each birdttch-yup-yup, tee-yup is just right for the begging call of a young eaglebut he also gets the rhythm of each bird life and bird landscape into his prose, which is a yet more difficult achievement."
[One of the] best books about birds and birding [of the year]. . . . The prose is so lovely that you may find yourself pondering whether this really is Lockhart’s first book.
"Elegant."
Guardian - Katharine Norbury
Outstanding. . . The writing is beautifully precise. . . . For Lockhart, it becomes clear, wild birds of prey represent the living spirit of a placeof Britain. In this delicate, complex, open-ended book, full of freshness and movement, he captures that wild spirit without ever making it feel captive.
Sunday Times - James McConnachie
Lockhart is a wonderfully modest presence. . . . He has mastered an engaging present-tense prose that brings out both the birds’ ecstatic gifts of flight but also the tragedy and triumph of their predatory lifestyle. . . . His descriptions . . . are as precise as they are inventive.
Lush.
Literary Review - Nigel Andrew
"The literary equivalent of an impressionistic paintingan assemblage of small bits that come together to form an unexpectedly satisfying whole. We see birds in a daily struggle to make a living, each in their own waysome gliding high above open land, some skimming the tops of grasses, others sitting motionless in trees, still others stealing the catch of other species. . . . What makes this natural history so deeply affecting is not just Lockhart’s knowledge of English birds, but his evocative command of the English language. The color of a marsh harrier’s plumage is described ‘like early morning fireplace ash before it is disturbed, the undercoat of grey, the black charcoal splints, the red fibrous imprint of the burnt-out logs.’ The kite, Lockhart notes, ‘is the least linear of raptors, it spends its time unravelling imaginary balls of string in the air.’ Later, watching a uniquely insectivorous predator, he tells us ‘the honey buzzard slips from its lookout branch like a shadow unhooking itself and follows in the wasp’s wake, tracking the wasp back to its nest.’ Throughout this memorable journey, Lockhart’s prose soars and hits its mark like the raptors he so admires.
Lockhart’s first book and what a tour de force it is. He explores Britain’s wilder places in search of our resident birds of prey and, in a language that is evocative, rapturous, and sensual, conjures up our countryside at its best and worst. Raptors, perhaps more than any other animals, define our landscapes and the fragility of nature, and he beautifully evokes this in his descriptions of a ‘huge bloodshot sun finding and lighting up the delicate gold brushed into the eagle’s nape.’
"The literary equivalent of an impressionistic painting—an assemblage of small bits that come together to form an unexpectedly satisfying whole. We see birds in a daily struggle to make a living, each in their own way—some gliding high above open land, some skimming the tops of grasses, others sitting motionless in trees, still others stealing the catch of other species. . . . What makes this natural history so deeply affecting is not just Lockhart’s knowledge of English birds, but his evocative command of the English language. The color of a marsh harrier’s plumage is described ‘like early morning fireplace ash before it is disturbed, the undercoat of grey, the black charcoal splints, the red fibrous imprint of the burnt-out logs.’ The kite, Lockhart notes, ‘is the least linear of raptors, it spends its time unravelling imaginary balls of string in the air.’ Later, watching a uniquely insectivorous predator, he tells us ‘the honey buzzard slips from its lookout branch like a shadow unhooking itself and follows in the wasp’s wake, tracking the wasp back to its nest.’ Throughout this memorable journey, Lockhart’s prose soars and hits its mark like the raptors he so admires.
“An odyssey. . . . A nature travelogue for dipping into and savoring.
“Lockhart is a wonderfully modest presence. . . . He has mastered an engaging present-tense prose that brings out both the birds’ ecstatic gifts of flight but also the tragedy and triumph of their predatory lifestyle. . . . His descriptions . . . are as precise as they are inventive.
02/01/2017 Unique and charming, this title is a combination of natural and human history, especially of Scotland, plus descriptions of the travels of Scottish naturalist and artist William MacGillivray (1796–1852), one of John James Audubon's important collaborators. MacGillivray walked from Scotland to England, collecting birds and writing as he went. In his first book, a recipient of the Royal Society of Literature Jerwood Award for Nonfiction, literary agent Lockhart (associate editor, Archipelago) retraces some of this route, quoting MacGillivray liberally. This rambling, discursive, often poetic narrative should be savored. The author employs many unusual terms (e.g., cess, craquelure, vambrace, isoglosses). Mixed with his own experiences observing raptors is information on history and botany, and he uses Gaelic and Old Norse as well as English words for the phenomena he sees. There are 15 chapters, one for each species of hawk, eagle, or falcon. David Cobham's A Sparrowhawk's Lament also covers these same species, devoting a chapter to each bird, and is likewise highly anecdotal but more useful for reference, with superior illustrations. Six of these species are found in North America, too, and of the remainder, there are similar birds on this side of the pond. VERDICT For those with a serious interest in nature and British history.—Henry T. Armistead, formerly with Free Lib. of Philadelphia
★ 2017-02-02 Fifteen birds of prey lead the author on an enthralling journey across the British Isles.When William MacGillivray (1796-1852) published his History of British Birds in 1845, a fellow ornithologist was lavish with praise: "There is a peculiar mountain freshness about Mr. MacGillivray's writings, combined with fidelity and truths in delineation, rarely possessed by Naturalists, and hitherto not surpassed." Literary agent Lockhart's elegant, engrossing literary debut deserves equal acclaim. Buoyed by MacGillivray's journals and books, particularly his first, on rapacious birds, Lockhart evokes in precise, vibrant detail every aspect of the fascinating predators and their habitats. Although their behaviors vary, all raptors share startlingly acute vision. Humans have about 200,000 photoreceptor cells; birds, 1 million. Like binoculars, their eyes magnify images by around 30 percent. "Birds of prey," writes the author, "see the whole twitching world in infinite, immaculate detail." And their world is vast. Ospreys, for example, spend winters in the mangrove swamps of West Africa, flying thousands of miles across the Sahara to arrive in Britain to breed. Peregrine falcons, "specialist" predators that prefer "medium-sized avian prey," return to the same nest sites each year, guided by droppings left from the previous year's young. In the mid-1950s, agricultural pesticides reduced the supply of calcium carbonate in the peregrine's tissues, leading to thin, fragile eggshells; thankfully, a ban on the pesticide reversed the plummeting population. As their numbers increased, some relocated, bringing wildness into cities. Lockhart admires the power of the soaring golden eagle; the devious pursuit of sea eagles, who badger other birds to make them "spill their catch"; and the mesmerizing aerial acrobatics of the red kite, which "can suddenly turn on a sixpence." The author admires the determined, prickly MacGillivray, as well, now forgotten in favor of his collaborator and friend James John Audubon. They formed, Lockhart writes, "an ornithological dream team." This illuminating book serves as homage to a brilliant naturalist and extraordinary birds. If you loved H Is for Hawk, put this next on your reading list.