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A Sport and a Pastime "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. T... Full description

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D'abord je n'ai pas aimé le ton du récit, très distant et analytique et donc froid. Le narrateur qui intervient par endroits ne me gêne pas, même si on ne saisit pas bien son rôle (de faire-valoir du héros ? d'antithèse ?).
Ensuite les 2 protagonistes : on ne comprend pas bien ce qui les rapproche. Pour un étudiant de Yale (même un dropout) s'amouracher d'une petite vendeuse de milieu modeste est assez peu crédible. Et d'ailleurs, ils n'ont rien à se raconter, leur principale activité étant le sexe.
Il y a beaucoup de sexe, et ça n'ajoute pas grand-chose à l'histoire. A l'époque on a pu trouver ça érotique, aujourd'hui ça ne choque plus personne et donc ça tombe plutôt à plat. Certes c'est bien écrit, c'est même la seule chose qui m'ait vraiment plu dans ce roman. Les descriptions de ces petites villes de province françaises sont remarquables par leur acuité, témoignage d'une époque révolue.

Enfin l'histoire : quelle histoire ? c'est superficiel et prétentieux. Il ne se passe pas grand-chose, et je n'ai pas réussi à m'intéresser aux deux personnages, qui restent de carton pâte pour ne pas dire carrément antipathiques (surtout Philip Dean, qui est un vrai parasite)
J'espère que les autres romans de cet écrivain unanimement admiré sont de meilleure facture, en tous cas je ne recommande pas de commencer par celui-ci.
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I learned about this bookl in John Irving's novel "A Son of the Circus". The way Irving presents it made me curious. My expectancies were met; story and characters are unusual; someone writes about something he never saw, just imagination. I also noticed similarities between Salter's style and Patrick Modriano's: successions of small pictures of streets, cities, countries, with people moving in them, sometimes without any link to each other.
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J'aime l'histoire, mais c'est manquer quelque chose. L'écriture était magnifique, particulièrement en faisant face aux matières sexuelles. J'ai obtenu un vrai sens du jeune de la vie quotidienne, de leurs sentiments de fluctuation et d'amour. Et leur excursion de la France était vive et réaliste. Cependant, à la fin, j'ai espere quelque chose de plus.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Objectively, it's great; subjectively, it left a lot to be desired 4 juin 2016
Par Jessica Weil - Publié sur Amazon.com
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What makes this modern classic so interesting isn’t the story itself — a love affair between an aimless young American and a beautiful French woman — but Salter’s interesting narrative choices.

The love affair is recounted by a nameless narrator who was once acquainted with the couple, Philip and Anne-Marie. But within the first 10 pages, we’re given a subtle warning: What we’re reading may not be wholly true. Of course, this completely alters the reader’s approach to the novel.

We know that the narrator is somewhat of a timid, solitary man; although he admires many beautiful women from afar, he never finds the courage to approach them. Inevitably, he becomes somewhat infatuated with Philip, who is in many ways his opposite: confident, charming, sexually experienced.

The narrator recalls the love affair between Philip and Anne-Marie with such explicit detail that the reality of it is entirely unclear. Did he simply observe the couple from afar throughout the course of their relationship and fill in all the details himself? Did Philip tell him about his and Anne-Marie’s passionate private life? Or is it possible that Philip doesn’t even exist at all — that he was conjured in the narrator’s imagination as a product of his deepest insecurities and fantasies?

It’s undoubtedly a fascinating approach, and it’s always interesting to encounter an unreliable narrator who is so self-aware and forthcoming of his delusions. I can understand why this book is so critically acclaimed, with its unique narrative and crisp, simple prose. However, coming at this from a purely subjective perspective, I wasn’t all that interested in the story itself, and never felt fully engaged. In stories like this, I prefer getting deep into the heads of the characters, but that’s just not what Salter was going for here.
4.0 étoiles sur 5 another sad young man 30 octobre 2016
Par Case Quarter - Publié sur Amazon.com
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‘One must have heroes, which is to say, one must create them. And they become real through our envy, our devotion. It is we who give them their majesty, their power, which we ourselves could never possess.’ so reports the nameless narrator of this story. he travels by train to the town of autun in central france slightly to the east to reflect on the love affair of dean, his american student friend, and anne-marie, the french teenager with whom dean travels in a borrowed delage around france from town to town, hotel to hotel.

on his train ride to autun and at parties, the narrator looks longingly at young women, too shy to speak to them. in autun,he romanticizes dean’s summer affair from the past in lush prose, imagining the couple’s lovemaking in evasive rarefied details, defending his imaginary erotic prurience of his friend as a crusade to some subterranean treasure grotto. ‘I have not gone deep enough, that’s the thing. In solitude one must penetrate, one must endure. The icy beginning is where it is worst. One must past all that. One must go forward all the way, through bitterness, through righteous feelings, advancing upon it like a holy city, sensing the true joy.’

the longing of the young man europe who feels he does not live fully set against a more experienced person is and was not new, even when salter penned his version. salter caught nuances of personality without showing them, and that’s the true achievement of this novel, not the beautiful prose, which, used by the not untalented narrator, who has the perceptions of a painter, is derivative in its purpose to deify his friend. and naming the character dean, the reader can’t help looking over a shoulder for kerouac.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 "And how sweet their first exchanges... 8 février 2013
Par John P. Jones III - Publié sur Amazon.com
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...in the language that she taught him." As one might suspect, James Salter is speaking of more than the French language of the Académie Français. Much more, even. This sensual and erotic novel was first published in 1967, only a few years after Grove Press overcame the censorship laws at the time in the United States, and was able to publish Tropic of Cancer. Salter's novel is, by far, the superior. Both novels involve an American man, and a French woman. A subject of seemingly endless fascination. In Salter's novel, it is a youthful Phillip Dean, a Yale dropout, and an even more youthful coming-of-age French woman, Anne-Marie Costallat. For an American, Salter captured the broader canvas of his novel perfectly, the difference between Paris, and all the rest... the palpitations of the heart that occur when one rushes out of Paris, be it by car or train. Salter wrote: "The secret life of France, into which one cannot penetrate, the life of photograph albums, uncles, names of dogs that have died. And in ten minutes, Paris is gone. The horizon, dense with buildings, vanishes. Already I feel free...Green, bourgeoisie France...The wisdom of generations knows that land is the only real wealth, a knowledge that need not question itself, need not change..." And the names of the towns resonate... Sens... Joigny. And he alternates his descriptions of the beauty of France with descriptions of the French woman sitting across from him on the train. Brilliant.

La France Profonde. Deep France. The quintessential France of the French "soul." Although Salter does set a few chapters in Paris, the vast majority of the novel is in the provinces. Before Dean meets Anne-Marie, Salter does depict some of the other "temptations" available. Thanks to the loan of a house, Dean is living in the town of Autun. And there he meets, hum, a person who the author calls "a character out of a Jean Genet novel," Anne-Marie. And in ways she is, despite her tender years. In their love making, Dean "knows the source of numbers, and the path of stars." Salter's descriptive passages of their love-making are earthy and vivid, and much would not make it past the present-day censor; but a sampling of what might: "Then they make love, she astride him, in the favorite manner of the Roman poets, as he informs her. He lies gazing up at her, his hands encircling her ankles..." Or, "You see her emerging from a car, the flash of an elegant calf, and you are tumbled into unbearable love."

Dean has also managed to borrow an old "Delage," which is a large, elegant car. And the two tour La France Profonde together. Much is set during the winter, when one can see the "real" France. The France of the winter fogs, with the chateaux suddenly materializing, which are, nowadays, hotels. Salter says: "Past and haunting images of France, reflected over and over again like facets of an inexhaustible stone." With the author's style, he can convey much with one word sentences. As an added layer of complexity, which implies many other possibilities, the novel is written from the viewpoint of an older narrator who admits that portions of the story are simply imagined; portions no doubt of paths less traveled. But it is the France of the early `60's, so Salter does not overlook another key event: "...the front pages filled with fragments of that terrible divorce, Algeria, which is in its final agony. Many French still cling to the possibility of triumph, the dominance of will...They are like widows, dispossessed tenants, martyrs, maniacs. In the last frenzy, desperate schemes appear. The violence becomes grotesque. Citizens, some with decorations in their lapels, are machine-gunned in the streets. The assassins are practically children. They are sickened by their act. They sit on the curbstone and weep."

However, I felt the novel was far too one-sided. The motivations, feelings and aspirations of Anne-Marie are only dimly revealed. The travels across France, while beautifully described, seemed far too much like the mindless wanderings of Kerouac's On the Road. And occasionally it made no geographic sense: "One afternoon visiting the source of the Marne, or perhaps it's at Azay-le-Rideau, nothing is certain..." Indeed.

Rather surprisingly, for a novel written in the `60's by an American, the title is drawn from a verse in the Koran, which might be better translated as: "...the life of this world is but play and amusement..." and one can forget about the pomp and mutual boasting. Salter never explicitly makes the connection with the title in the novel. Implicit for sure, and that too, in Dean's outlook, is also part of the problem.

Overall, despite the shortcomings, a remarkable novel of the time, which celebrates the Franco-American love affair, for those seeking to penetrate, as it were, the secret life of France. 4-stars
3.0 étoiles sur 5 Yale Dropout Meets Provincial French shopgirl...Nothing much (but sex) happens 14 juillet 2016
Par Mihal Ceittin - Publié sur Amazon.com
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This is a curious book. At first I found the 'style' intriguing but it got a little mannered as the book went on. The characters are thoroughly uninteresting rich Americans on the loose in France along with couple of French walk-ons, particularly a young provincial woman who becomes the always willing sexual partner of a Yale drop-out with a rich father whose only attachment to the world aside from his libido is his car. Then there is the sex...and the sex and the sex which we experience in brief flashes of eroticism...as it progresses from one orifice to another. Although certainly not porn, Salter has some difficulty avoiding the here we go again feeling which accompanies practically every encounter...in lieu of conversation of which there is practically none, intelligent or otherwise. It must have been fun to write and for the most part not too difficult to read but the whole set-up is very dated. In any case this was my first book by Salter and I look forward to reading others since he is certainly a 'serious' writer.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Soaring Greatness 8 octobre 2012
Par Paige Turner - Publié sur Amazon.com
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"It is the emptiness which pleases me, the blue dimensions of this life."

This is just thirteen words of an 180 page novel. A beautiful, haunting, erotic novel entitled "A Sport and a Pastime" by James Salter.

This novel, which is more of a long poem, lyrical prose, probes deep ideas and emotions of love and sex. The actual narrative plot is sparse, but be forewarned; I will "spoil" the plot for you so stop reading if "how does it end?" is important to you.

In "A Sport and a Pastime" there is a thin plot, but knowing that plot ahead of time takes nothing from the experience of reading the book. So I am content that my discussion of this great novel will not detract from your enjoyment of it.

The basic plot, then. A narrator describes Dean who has a torrid love affair with shop girl Anne-Marie in France. His car (Dean, on the road, a coincidence?) is a minor character. France, of course, is a semi-major character. How many great novels were inspired by France?

Salter starts by describing the small towns of France with such élan and poetry like this:

"Those first, early weeks with the cold skies of Europe covering them, weeks that seem now never to have been, that later events washed out of existence, almost out of memory."

His description of sex can be blunt yet beautiful like this:

"...all the while abusing her like a convict morning and night, some of the instruction being offered whilst in union, so to speak."

One of the central motifs of the novel is one of "first love" and he describes the magic of it and the inability for participants to understand it with this enthralling sentence:

"...there are no classes for beginners in life, the most difficult thing is always asked of one right away."

Salter describes France in brilliant, lyrical descriptive writing:

"A day that promises nothing, that passes quickly. In the afternoon, a light snow, a snow so faint and small-bodied that it seems nothing more than a manifestation of the cold."

Most reviewers focus on the relationship between the narrator and the lead character, Dean, as a secondary "love" story, deep heterosexual affection between men. I do not read the novel that way. I sincerely believe Salter uses the narrator as Dean's voice, allowing us to understand what he thinks, and what he does at the same time. Here is an example:

"Certain things I remember exactly as they were. They are merely discolored a bit by time, like coins in the pocket of a forgotten suit."

He gives us a clue that his narrative may not be reality and may be a dream, but he also expresses the shifting nature of reality itself:

"Some things, as I say, I saw, some discovered, and some dreamed, and I can no longer differentiate between them. But my dreams are as important as anything I acquired by stealth.

His lyrical, yet explicit way of describing the sexual encounters may have been graphic in the time of publication, but even in today's more explicit age, his imagery is clear, yet poetic. He writes: "As his p---k goes into her, he discovers the world. He knows the source of numbers, the path of the stars."

That sentence somehow so concisely and lyrically captures the essence of early youthful love, innocent and unexpectant. The first affair, the first love, before both people are consumed by concerns of the inevitable passage of time and the endgame.

He explains in lyrical prose the way time stops when in the throes of passionate love-making:

"She is pinioned on the bed, her arms trapped beneath her, her legs forced wide. Her eyes are closed. (...)The world has stopped. Oceans as still as photographs. Galaxies floating down."

He gives us many clues along the way that it's quite possible he and Dean are the same person. He writes: "I am not telling the truth about Dean, I am inventing him. I am creating him out of my own inadequacies, you must always remember that."

Despite the lightness of the affair, and the inevitable end, the narrator (Dean himself?) describes how entirely he has fallen:

"He will never awaken, not from this dream, that much I know. He is already too deep. He has reached the nadir."

Nothing is more enjoyable, enlightened, and important than the lovemaking of Dean (narrator) and Ann-Marie, which is love in its truest sense, which in turn is life. Living ferociously, intensely alive. Everything else exists in this novel exists to carry this idea forward, just as everything in life exists to fill the spaces between these transcendent encounters.

Then, Salter captures the essence of a burgeoning love affair perfectly, with this paragraph:

"A feast of love is beginning. Everything that has gone before is only a sort of introduction. Now they are lovers. The first, wild courses are ended."

And he hearkens to the title of the novel, when he says of their love play:

"Of course, it is only a game."

But he's lying, of course, like he has so many times. The title itself belies the importance of the affair, fueled by sex and love. He mockingly calls it a "game" and "a sport and a pastime." Why, when the only thing he devotes any attention or care to is the intense affair? Is it to alleviate the pain of the lost, ended love, which haunts the narrator still? Is it to reverse things, to say everything in life other than the sexual high notes is just a pastime?
And the inevitable end of the affair is just a beautiful as it began:

"Afterwards they lie for a long time in silence. There is nothing. Their poem is scattered about them. They days have fallen everywhere, they have collapsed like cards. The air has a chill in it. He pulls the covers up. She is so perfectly still she seems asleep. He touches her face. It is wet with tears."

Further, he finally gives Anne-Marie her voice, by something discovered by the narrator, written in her hand:

"...there is nothing that is not yours, all I think, all I am able to feel. I am embarrassed only that I do not know enough. But I don't care if you never belong to me, I only want to belong to you, just be hard with me, strict, but don't leave, just do like if you were with another girl - Please. I will die otherwise. I understand now that we can die of love."

This is simultaneously the most erotic and beautiful and melancholy writing in the entire book.

With a final flourish, Dean describes love lost to the banal, mundane of life, with someone else, in everyday existence:

"They walk together on Sundays, the sunlight falling upon them. They visit friends, talk, go home in the evening, deep in the life we all agree is so greatly to be desired."

And with that irony-laden sentence, the novel is done.

In a brief 180 pages, Salter captures the essence of the mad, intense love affair and the absolute necessity of earth-shattering sex for deep love.
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