The Book of Flaco

 

In June I went by myself to an author talk at the Sturgis Library. How had I never encountered any of David Gessner's work until now when his writing style is right up my alley? The workshop itself was short but very worthwhile. It was structured differently than others I had previously attended and I feel like I learned a lot listening to the author. Gessner is a memoirist with a connection to Cape Cod who writes about nature and environmentalism. Titcomb's was there peddling their wares, so naturally, I couldn't leave without purchasing two books. I justified The Book of Flaco because I decided to have it inscribed by the author and gift it to my owl-loving friend Elaine, whose birthday is in July. The other book I couldn’t resist was Return of the Osprey: A Season of Flight and Wonder. Gessner began his presentation with beautiful close-up videography of ospreys hunting and nesting.

My wily plan was to “gently read it beforehand,” the problem being, I’m a slow reader and only got about halfway (Chapter 6) before my friend’s birthday. Then another problem surfaced when I remembered I can’t even think about Flaco without getting emotional. For sure his story doesn’t have a happy ending, but Gessner’s perspective on the tale managed to fill me with inspiration.

When I started my “careful reading” on June 10, the sobbing began immediately. Working hard to ensure the tears avoided the text, I picked it up again the next day and managed to plow ahead, gaining marginal control over the weeping. Then, the book sat, waiting for an appropriate time for me to immerse myself in more blubbering. Meantime, two other books by Gessner and one by his wife expired from my digital Kindle shelf. I managed to read to page 60 of 363 in A Traveler’s Guide to the End of the World.

This summer there was a documentary about Flaco playing at the Cape Cinema. Wild Inside follows the owl’s hero’s journey as he escapes from his enclosure at the Central Park Zoo through his winning the hearts of birders and others during his year-long period of freedom. I can’t even watch the movie trailer without fighting back the ugly-crying!

I don’t know if I’ll ever return to The Book of Flaco — I know how it ends after all — but I am forever grateful to have made it as far as I did into Gessner’s exploration of the owl’s connection to humanity, and I will certainly always hold a place in my heart for him. One New Yorker who documented Flaco’s brief adventures, Ruben Giron, sums it up best.

“I believe Flaco enjoyed his freedom, and he lived it in the way that an owl will enjoy living. He used his intelligence to find places to hide, places to hunt, and he did that, and he’s a hero to me. I mean, it’s what we’re all trying to do. We’re all living our life, trying to find that place of joy in life. Some of us are in cages. Absolutely the biggest cage is our own mind, but certainly being under the precepts of society and culture, there is an entrapment that occurs. We believe that we’re supposed to be a particular way, but Flaco, he could only be Flaco, and he was enjoying that freedom.”

The Correspondent

I waited a very long time to read The Correspondent by Virginia Evans. Everyone has been raving about it, and I must admit I absolutely love the idea of telling a story through letters. So much so, in fact, that I’ve often thought about doing it myself. The decades-long email exchanges between me and my college roommate meld together a crazy romcom-worthy medley of stories full of angst and personal growth. The protagonist in this book compares her letters to “the links of a long chain” documenting her life experiences. 

Many of the one-star reviews for The Correspondent called it boring and forgettable, but I suspect those readers didn’t try hard enough to connect with the characters. I love a character-driven plot with strong personalities bouncing off of each other. While Sybil isn’t my favorite fictional heroine, I didn’t mind spending a short time with her as she continues to tackle the nonsense this strange world throws at her during her twilight years. I heard there’s a movie being made starring Jane Fonda, and while she wouldn’t have been my first choice to play Sybil, I’ll probably watch it. And I’ll probably still relate to it.