nothing quite like it
this novel echoes the best of ernest hemingway and henry miller without imitating either. it also creates an erotic fantasy that seems absolutely rooted in the minutae of ordinary relationships. but these are lesser qualities compared to what a sport and a pastime does to celebrate provincial france. that is where the real love story exists, within the quiet french countryside that salter evokes with a closely observed reverence for delail that utterly separates his geography from the rest of the world. i honestly don't know another piece of fiction that does this so beautifully and effortlessly, making salter's jewel a work with nothing quite like it.