While visiting a wealthy friend in rural France, narrator Alwyn Tower is fascinated by a peregrine falcon during a surprise visit by a particularly self-involved couple. The falcon's wildness, hunger and frustration mirror the narrator's experiences in love and art.
Just finished (re)reading:
The Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell
Rereading it in anticipation of the Wachowski siblings' movie adaptation. Can't wait to see white Halle Berry (she's lovely in any complexion) and cannibal Hugh Grant.
Coming up on deck:
Waiting for Sunrise, William Boyd