James Salter’s 1967 masterpiece A Sport and a Pastime might just be the quintessential underappreciated novel: it received critical acclaim when it was first released from the few critics who bothered to review it, barely sold any copies, and slowly became a cult novel among writers and avid literary readers.
Salter, who became a cult writer later in life largely through this novel, said it was the only one of his books that came close to living up to his standards. When you keep in mind that he won the PEN/Faulkner Award for Dusk and Other Stories and had both Solo Faces and Light Years included in Harold Bloom’s The Western Canon, the central place of A Sport and a Pastime in Salter’s oeuvre comes into focus.
Luminous Style
Salter writes in an elegant and concise prose style that flows through the book in the way that time flows through a life. Each sentence aspires to the sublime, there are no throwaway lines. As great books must, A Sport and a Pastime opens with an unforgettable passage: “September. It seems these luminous days will never end. The city, which was almost empty during August, now is filling up again. It is being replenished.”
This eternal style would make the familiar plot almost beside the point – if not for its intriguing structure. The subject of the book is an ephemeral love affair between an American boy of 20 and an 18-year old French girl. The narrator is an acquaintance of the couple who freely admits he’s fabricating most of the scenes.
Why Always Love Stories?
His jealously of the boy is palpable through the detailed sex scenes that fill the majority of the book. This makes A Sport and a Pastime a sort of meta love story without the irritating contrivances found in postmodern literature. If the book asks a question of its reader, it would be “Why are people compelled to tell love stories?”
This brief book leaves the question for the reader to answer, the narrator never really provides his reasons. Instead, the book comes to a shattering end that feels inevitable — beautiful, ephemeral love affairs (at least in fiction) can never have a happy ending. Read it in an afternoon, and you’ll be crying over your dinner.
The Second Order Of Greatness
While A Sport and a Pastime is a masterpiece, it doesn’t quite reach the very highest level of greatness. This partially explains why it sells at roughly 3% of the rate of 1967’s most popular and influential literary novel, Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s 100 Years Of Solitude. But is A Sport and a Pastime really 1/33rd the novel?
Everyone will tell you to read Marquez’s book, and they’re certainly right. However, those few that would recommend A Sport and a Pastime are opening the door to a reading experience that many will find no less moving than 100 Years Of Solitude. While Salter’s book might not be one of the iconic works of a major literary movement, it is one of the all-time great erotic novels.
When every sentence reaches for the sublime, it’s inevitable that (even in a masterpiece) a small percentage will miss and fall into pretentiousness and contrivance. E.g. “One is an angel, at least for betrayal.” A fresh bit of figurative language (which is the substance of Salter’s prose) resonates with the reader when it hits, and rings hollow when it doesn’t.
That these hollow rings disrupted the beautiful melody of Salter’s work was the primary criticism throughout his career, and it’s one of the few legitimate gripes a discerning reader can have about his oeuvre. In A Sport and a Pastime, however, these missed notes are lost in a sublime symphony.
Final Thoughts
If you’re tired of dry, ideologically-driven fiction and want to read a beautifully sensual book, you’d struggle to do better than A Sport and a Pastime. If you like it, check out other Salter works mentioned above. At least one more will likely be discussed in this series, possibly very soon.
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