Nothing More (All That Is by James Salter)

James Salter’s writing almost always makes me feel on the edge of eternal sadness, a biting realism that won’t go away until we all rest in peace. His characters all seem to suffer from a stoicism forged by war, a detachment that keeps them from fully living. In All That Is, his last novel, he delineates razor sharp corners that differentiate his generation, the required detachment taking its toll over a lifetime.

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