☆☆➹⁀☆ 3 – 3.5 stars ☆➹⁀☆☆
About the Book:
A SUSPENSEFUL AND PROFOUND STORY ABOUT THE SOLE SURVIVOR OF A PLANE CRASH AND THE YOUNG AGENT ASSIGNED TO FIND HER
Tragedy strikes during a cross-country flight when sudden turbulence causes the jet to come apart in midair. The odds of anyone surviving are nearly impossible. Charlie Radford, a young National Transportation Safety Board investigator, is part of the team sent to determine what caused the crash. When he hears a rumor of a survivor, he assumes it is a hoax. As word of this “miracle” reaches the media and Congress, Radford is forced to track down “the falling woman,” said to have been found in a barn still strapped to her seat.
The woman at the center of the mystery, Erin Geraghty, was facing a losing battle with cancer when she embarked on her flight. With diminishing hope of a full recovery, she had considered herself essentially dead to her loved ones. Now, after the plane crash, she is intent on remaining dead to the world and to her family, to live out her final days in peace. And then Agent Radford arrives at her doorstep. Can he convince her to come forward, and does he have any right to?
A riveting novel that ultimately asks compelling questions about the value of privacy, our responsibilities to our loved ones, and our right to control our own narrative, Richard Farrell’s debut is perfectly framed to become a favorite for book clubs and for all readers who relish a profound, page-turning story with heart.
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Erin Geraghty is a woman falling in more ways than one. In Richard Farrell’s debut novel, The Falling Woman, Erin had a successful career, children she loved, and a husband she tolerated until she fell ill with pancreatic cancer and then literally fell from the sky.
If Erin is the true main character of the book—the pilot, if you will, then Charlie Radford is the co-pilot. Charlie is a NTSB investigator who has been tasked with determining if the rumor of a survivor of an aviation disaster is true, and if so, where is she. Erin and Charlie share the role of narrator. Readers are given a great deal of their backstories, and their once parallel stories eventually converge.
As Charlie hunts for the survivor, readers learn of his passion for flying, his troubled childhood and fear of being a parent, and his subsequent avoidance of his wife. He loves her, but he doesn’t think he wants children. Meanwhile, Erin catches a lift to a cabin hideaway from a former lover. If her adultery isn’t bad enough, Erin decides to put her family out of their misery and disappear. She’s only got weeks/months to live, and if she resurfaces after the crash, not only will her family have to endure her slow decline to death, but she will be hounded by officials and journalists. She will have to peace, no privacy, and no ability to live as she wants for the little time she has left.
Whether you can accept Erin’s reasoning or not, The Falling Woman is a thought-provoking novel that ponders the idea of an individual’s right to privacy and their responsibility to loved ones versus their personal desires. I truly appreciated how Erin influenced Charlie, not just in terms of his professional responsibilities, but also regarding his personal passions and his marital relationship. From the shocking and surreal first chapter to the end, The Falling Woman is an intriguing read.
Gravity and Grace–A Personal Essay from author Richard Farrell
I was ten years old when I fell in love with flying. I remember the day, the hour, the very airplane—an AV-8A Harrier. Stuck in a fifth-grade science classroom, perpetually bored and staring out windows, I was not expecting a jet to zoom low and fast over the autumnal tree line. The year was 1979, and the first-ever Worcester air show had begun. For the next four days, this extravaganza of flight would transform the skies above my hometown. The heavens filled with more aircraft than a boy could imag- ine: vintage biplanes, World War II bombers, massive gray cargo jets, tank- ers, helicopters, and fighter planes with mythical names like Skyhawk and Corsair, Phantom and Super Saber.
Hour after hour, I’d whiplash my neck staring into the clouds, listening for the bassy whir of turbo props at breakfast, the thunder of afterburners at dinner. The sun scorched my face; my eyes ached from strain. With the roar of each engine, I’d burst from my house as if it were on fire to gaze at the next airplane. How did people continue with their routines? There were no pilots in my life. The neighbors were teachers and nurses, shop foremen and letter carriers. My father, an avowed white-knuckler, occasionally traveled for busi- ness but hated flying; I’d never seen my mother board an airplane. Until that air show, the world of aviation was as foreign to me as a Moroccan bazaar. And yet, for one glorious fall weekend, the skies above me became dramati- cally alive. My soul was utterly hijacked—a conversion every bit as profound as a prophet’s, an annunciation so fundamental that my life changed forever. I devoted the next ten years to becoming a pilot.
I wrote The Falling Woman, in part, to channel this love of flying that once burned in me. That same passion informs the character of Charlie
Radford, a boy who grew up much like I did. Our adult lives suffered simi- lar fates as well. Like Radford, I became a pilot but my flying career was cut short by a medical condition, and like Radford, at twenty-three, I was told that I could no longer be a professional pilot. It took a decade for me to recover from that loss; Radford’s recovery is, I think, well underway by the time the novel ends.
After my flying career, for a brief time I too worked in an aviation-related job in Washington, DC, though not as an accident investigator. I came to see how the mythology and heroic imagination that I had once associated with flying quickly fizzled behind mounds of paperwork, bureaucracy, and regulations. The real tragedy was how completely the adult world sacrificed passion for the sake of mundane work. I wanted to keep Radford’s joy alive, to sustain his idealism, to help him rediscover his wings.
At some point early in the writing, the chaos of trying to complete the novel began to overwhelm me. A hundred thousand words, three years of work, and I still didn’t know what I was trying to say. I began to see that the work of an NTSB accident investigator and the work of a novelist share more than a few common traits. Fear, uncertainty, the balance of order and chaos, the puzzle-piecing construction of meaning—these are the central ingredients for the storyteller, as well as the accident investigator.
But then there is the falling.
I didn’t set out to write a novel about an impossible story of survival. I wanted to write a quiet book, but on page one I blow up an airplane and send a passenger hurtling through the roof of a Kansas barn. Spoiler alert: she survives. Such a thing has really happened, at least five times from my research. There’s no easy explanation for how. In World War II, three fli- ers fell (without parachutes) from exploding airplanes and survived. In the 1970s, a Serbian flight attendant, Vesna Vulović, was sucked out of an air- liner, fell from six miles up, and lived. And then there is the story of Juliane Koepcke, a German teenager who fell out of a disintegrating plane from 10,000 feet, landed in a rainforest canopy, and crawled out of the jungle ten days later.
What fascinated me about these miraculous stories was how little the survivors talked about their incredible luck. Koepcke did eventually write a memoir, but she spent less than a page on her actual freefall. It was as if these miraculous falls could not be addressed, as if the stories were too unbelievable to be told.
And yet, as I wrote various drafts of this novel, solving the mystery of Erin’s freefall became less important to me. I was drawn to aspects of her character not because of her freefall, but because she’d spent two decades yoked to a traditional life—a restless wife, a working mother, a privileged suburbanite who voted and tended to her gardens. What does her everyday life mean outside the shadow of this miracle? Spared against all odds, does she have an obligation to live her life differently? Do any of us? Contemplating these questions eventually helped me solve the mystery of the novel itself.
The French writer Simone Weil once wrote: “Utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity.” The Falling Woman wres- tles with extreme manifestations of this paradoxical truth. Barely over a hun- dred years old, powered flight is the very embodiment of one of humankind’s deepest yearnings. But we take the awe for granted, forget how miraculous the everyday world truly is. In the end, though, no matter how high or fast we fly, we are ultimately falling—falling toward each other, toward despair and hope, toward love and loss, and, with a little luck, falling toward a deeper understanding of ourselves.
From the algonquin reader • volume 9 • issue 1
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