It’s also the name of Bodio’s elegiac love story about his remarkable first wife, published by Russell Chatham with one of his mysterious yearning tonalist paintings for a cover. Bodio’s second wife, Libby, is equally remarkable. Most of Bodio’s books are about raptors, pigeons, and gazehounds like salukis. The “blogroll” on his own blog of other bloggers is one of the best. He has excellent friends.
One of his books is “Eagle Dreams: Searching for Legends in Wild Mongolia,” so he was able to match my photo of Bob embracing Eegie with a photo of a Mongolian hunter and his birds. We always knew the big raptors were descended from dinosaurs. The east slope of Montana, studded with fossil beds, yields the bones of creatures much like those revealed in Mongolian fossil beds.
MacDonald, who teaches in Cambridge colleges in England, is one of the best writers I know of, managing soaring metaphors with bog detail footings. (Try her entry for 4-17-2011 which is a description of Brighton.) For a while after her father died she went dark and we worried. This book is her working-through and resolution, but I haven’t got the book yet.
White, who identifies with Caliban because he is a half-mad recluse in a deteriorating cottage, and who later invented “Wart” to be a precursor of King Arthur, portrays his struggle to bond with “Gos,” an irascible, fire-eyed and stubborn bird. White’s book becomes part of MacDonald’s book, for where there is great grief there is always great love and difficulty.
Except that Caliban did what Prospero required and it is unclear who White’s Prospero might have been. But a metaphor can be pushed too far. (Today White would be called “gay,” but he was anything but gleeful and cheerful.)