Review
This appears in this publisher's Paris Review Editions, a series sobriquet which in this case rather suggests the old Olympia Press. Salter, who did earlier books, one dealing with the mystique of flight, now transfers to the fever of the flesh in what is as erotic a novel as any since Henry Miller even where it is as lyrical as it is lubricious.... As seen or rather imagined by an older friend, thirtyish, filled with autumnal resignation, this views the months spent together by Dean with Anne-Marie, a rather common, ultimately a little boring, office worker. Seldom has the progression of a consumingly physical attachment, from its initial insatiability to its more advanced experimentation, been charted as explicitly. But what is most seductive about the book actually are Salter's descriptions of France around Dijon and Nancy (and sometimes Paris), dusty towns, courts, cafes, cemeteries, changeless and inviolable. (Kirkus Reviews)
Review
"Salter inhabits the same rarefied heights as Flannery O'Connor, Paul Bowles, Tennessee Williams, and John Cheever."--Ned Rorem, The Washington Post Book World
"A feverishly compressed, exquisitely controlled story."--Richard Eder, Los Angeles Times
"A tour de force of erotic realism, a romantic cliff-hanger; an opaline vision of Americans in France . . . A Sport and a Pastime succeeds as art must. It tells us about ourselves."--The New York Times Book Review
"Salter particularly rewards those for whom reading is an intense pleasure."--Susan Sontag
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