The book makes a few statements that no one seems to have challenged... like the Germans showed "forbearance" at Dunkirk ....really? how did they do that? the books also lumps Penelope Gilliat in with Jerzy Kosinski as a plagiarist... says who? I would also suspect that this is a-roman-a-clef...and Salter is giving some payback but no reviews have mentioned that aspect either also a better title would have been "All That's His"
Book review: All That Is by James Salter
As it chronicles not just a single life but an entire generation, Salter's panoramic new work earns its title without resorting to meaning-of-it-all fuss.
Wed Apr 24 2013
Time Out Ratings :<strong>Rating: </strong>5/5
By James Salter. Knopf, $27.
Unlike Philip Roth, another great American writer in his eighties, James Salter hasn’t announced his retirement. Still, it’s tempting to view Salter’s latest—his first entirely new novel since 1979—as his ultimate statement on sex, war, art and other big themes that he’s chewed over for more than 50 years.
The author avoids tidy summation. Like his classics (1967’s A Sport and a Pastime, 1975’s Light Years), All That Is sprawls out in a sensuous dream state, framing life as a series of concentrated moments rather than a march toward meaning. The novel spends 40-odd years in the company of Philip Bowman, who—loosely mirroring Salter’s own biography—leads a series of lives: navy officer in WWII, young editor in New York, restless middle-aged bachelor. Philip is devoted in work and fickle in love, yet Salter doesn’t judge him. As in A Sport and a Pastime, the writer portrays sex—in his luminous, prose-poem style—as a supernatural force: consuming and even destructive, but also wondrous.
Previous Salter books have homed in on a central character, like the lone-wolf mountain climber in 1979’s Solo Faces; here the author constructs a world of fascinating personalities to surround his leading man, from a skeevy Southern father-in-law to the passionate owner of an Upper West Side bookshop. Salter’s brief yet penetrating descriptions of these bit players lend All That Is a panoramic sweep; it chronicles a generation, not just a single life. Without resorting to meaning-of-it-all fuss, the book earns its grand title, reading like a humble keystone in one of the great bodies of work in contemporary American fiction.
Salter reads at the 92nd Street Y Mon 29.