The reverse cover describes it as "elegiac." Wrong. This is not "elegiac." The phonetics are wrong. The Peregrine is a DIRGE. It is also fantastic. Bizarre even "unpretty" words recreate nature in the reader's mind: a combination of quirky, Serling-esque metaphors, bent grammar, and lyrical, kaleidoscopic descriptions makes the book so "weird" (in a more etymological wyrd sense) that it brings nature to life in a more "real" sense than I've encountered on a written page. Closest thing I've encountered on a written page to the distorted, unreal, wonky, vertigo-inducing and tragically beautiful reality of nature itself. Impressionistic naturalism? Naturalistic impressionism? Either way, even more important for him b/c of eco-situation in the 60s in re Peregrines. Doubly awesome for us, since we get a). this b). not extinct peregrines. Acc. to Wikipedia died '86 probs too soon to see, sadsad. Full stop.
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Fun phrase for the day (ironisch): Wir haben es hier offenbar mit Genies zu tun.
