James Salter was such a beautiful and evocative writer of such tight, romantic, poetic prose that when reading him I am completely lost in the world … worlds he creates. I awoke one morning in my cabin hidden away in the Smoky Mountains of Idaho, which are a chunk of the formidable Sawtooth range, which is part of the Rockies. My small bedroom was dark with no hint of what was going on outside. I stirred, stretched, and thought I’d take a moment before I rose to pick up where I left off with his novel,
Light Years and beyond
Light Years and beyond
Light Years and beyond
James Salter was such a beautiful and evocative writer of such tight, romantic, poetic prose that when reading him I am completely lost in the world … worlds he creates. I awoke one morning in my cabin hidden away in the Smoky Mountains of Idaho, which are a chunk of the formidable Sawtooth range, which is part of the Rockies. My small bedroom was dark with no hint of what was going on outside. I stirred, stretched, and thought I’d take a moment before I rose to pick up where I left off with his novel,