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A Sport and a Pastime: A Novel

A Sport and a Pastime: A Novel

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Author: James Salter
Creator: Reynolds Price
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Category: Book

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Avg. Customer Rating: 4.5 out of 5 stars 31 reviews
Sales Rank: 47056

Media: Paperback
Edition: 1st
Number Of Items: 1
Pages: 200
Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.4
Dimensions (in): 8 x 5.4 x 0.6

ISBN: 0374530505
Dewey Decimal Number: 813.54
EAN: 9780374530501
ASIN: 0374530505

Publication Date: August 22, 2006
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Condition: Brand New Book - Direct from Distributor - Light Shelf Wear - No Remainder Mark

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“As nearly perfect as any American fiction I know,” is how Reynolds Price (The New York Times) described this classic that has been a favorite of readers, both here and in Europe, for almost forty years. Set in provincial France in the 1960s, it is the intensely carnal story—part shocking reality, part feverish dream —of a love affair between a footloose Yale dropout and a young French girl. There is the seen and the unseen—and pages that burn with a rare intensity.



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5 out of 5 stars Intense   March 15, 2008

One of the mysteries of the literary world is how Salter managed to pass through his career as a writer with so little fanfare. Certainly it was not the quality of his writing which is intense, emotional and concentrated. Each word seems to have been picked with such great care by a master storyteller.

Salter leaves the familiar arena of flying and challenging nature to take a highly erotic journey through France. He brings the same intensity and writing style to this adventure. Written decades ago before graphic sex made it to the front page of the newspaper it a more subtle eroticism.

Highly recommended.




5 out of 5 stars Recommended   November 4, 2007
 3 out of 5 found this review helpful

Dean is an American college dropout visiting France and who meets the narrator through a social dinner. The story focuses on Dean's relationship with a young French woman and on the narrator, who remains quite an outsider but totally in awe of Dean. This book is atmospheric and haunting. Salter beautifully describes the France of small towns through the eyes of a foreigner and the whole atmosphere just adds to the desperation and loneliness of the narrator.


5 out of 5 stars Floating through words   September 5, 2007
 3 out of 3 found this review helpful

I read this book a few years ago as a young, wide-eyed college student. Recently, with more experience (both literary and in life) I've come to it again and I'm still amazed by Salter's ability to put me into a trance. I can see a little bit of the Hemingway influence that people have pointed out (and I believe Salter himself has listed E.H. as an influence), but more than anything else, I see this novel as owing a debt to "The Great Gatsby," with it's unreliabilty and dazzling lights.

Salter's language is not perfect throughout, his style falters for brief moments, but for most of the novel it is nearly impeccable. The unnammed narrator is one of the greatest (and maybe the most) unreliable narrator of all time, starting in the second chapter with the words "None of this is true. I've said Autun, but it could easily have been Auxerre. I'm sure you'll come to realize that. I am only putting down details which entered me, fragments that were able to part my flesh. It's a story of things that never existed although even the faintest doubt of that, the smallest possibility, plunges everything into darkness. I only want whoever reads this to be as resigned as I am. There's enough passion in the world already. Everything trembles with it. Not that I believe it shouldn't exist, no, no, but this is only a thin, relfecting sliver which somehow keeps catching the light."

One of the most common criticisms of the book is its erotic, nearly pornographic, content. To some I would say that it's worth the possiblity of being offended (or merely shocked or even aroused) just to experience the pure beauty of Salter's prose. To others I would point out the historical context of the novel. After Grove Press won the right to import and sell D.H. Lawerence's "Lady Chatterly's Lover" American novels across the spectrum were, and many still are, saturated with sexual content. Salter, more than any other writer I've read (and I've read a a lot) deals with sex in a manner that is almost too poetic to be real but too grounded to be surreal.

In the introduction to this particular edition (Farrar, Straus and Giroux 2006), Duke University Professor and acclaimed novelist Reynolds Price argues that this novel "is as nearly perfect a narrative as I've encountered in English-language letters, a more brilliant and heartbreaking portrayal of young sexual intoxication than I've found elsewhere, and an unbroken exercise of prose that leaves me proud of my native language and of a fearless man who labored to lay it out with such useful opulence." I can't help but agree.



3 out of 5 stars Eloquent and erotic.   July 11, 2007
 2 out of 3 found this review helpful

The writing is lovely. Salter strings together words in a refreshing and clean style. The story itself didn't grab me the way I had hoped it would after reading previous reviews. It's not so much a love story as it is a lust story and as such it never quite gets off the ground. Perhaps because it was written 40 years ago and nowadays we are so inundated with graphic sex scenes that those in the book failed to titillate as no doubt they were intended, although I still found them somewhat alluring.
The two lovers (Dean and Anne-Marie) characters are never fully realized so I didn't feel any emotional connection to them (and I'm unsure if they felt any emotional connection to each other).
I enjoyed the vagueness of the narrator. Everything is described by him, as though he were imagining what the young lovers were doing, so the line between reality and fantasy was so blurred that the reader is left unsure as to what actually transpired behind closed doors, which is perhaps the point.
Absolutely worth reading thanks to the languorous language.



3 out of 5 stars Objectification as Art   March 31, 2006
 10 out of 13 found this review helpful

Salter has an incredible sensuous style, so I'm giving this three stars because I just like how he puts the words together on the page. But for me this books feels utterly dated. It was apparently written in the 1960's and it shows -- disaffected American (Dean) hangs out in France, has lots of erotic yet completely emotionally unfulfilling sex. No one communicates very deeply with anyone, nothing seems to have a point and of course it all ends badly. I suspect it seems much more meaningful if you are a certain sex (not mine) and beyond a certain age.

The sex (did I mention there's lots of it?) is vividly described yet weirdly depressing. Why? Maybe it's because I'm a woman and the woman in this story is treated as an absolute object. There is no real effort made to get into her head, and she appears to exist solely to be a docile receptacle for Dean's sperm. For all the emotional involvement our hero feels for her, he might as well have just bought an inflatable doll. So yeah, I find that kind of depressing.


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