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Burning the Days
By: James Salter , Denise BrunkuseBook Publisher: Random House
Imprint: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
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In this brilliant book of recollection, one of America's finest writers re-creates people, places, and events spanning some fifty years, bringing to life an entire era through one man's sensibility. Scenes of love and desire, friendship, ambition, life in foreign cities and New York, are unforgettably rendered here in the unique style for which James Salter is widely admired.
Burning the Days captures a singular life, beginning with a Manhattan boyhood and then, satisfying his father's wishes, graduation from West Point, followed by service in the Air Force as a pilot. In some of the most evocative pages ever written about flying, Salter describes the exhilaration and terror of combat as a fighter pilot in the Korean War, scenes that are balanced by haunting pages of love and a young man's passion for women.
After resigning from the Air Force, Salter begins a second life, becoming a writer in the New York of the 1960s. Soon films beckon. There are vivid portraits of actors, directors, and producers--Polanski, Robert Redford, and others. Here also, more important, are writers who were influential, some by their character, like Irwin Shaw, others because of their taste and knowledge.
Ultimately Burning the Days is an illumination of what it is to be a man, and what it means to become a writer.
Only once in a long while--Vladimir Nabokov's Speak, Memory or Isak Dinesen's Out of Africa--does a memoir of such extraordinary clarity and power appear. Unconventional in form, Burning the Days is a stunning achievement by the writer The Washington Post Book World said "inhabits the same rarefied heights as Flannery O'Connor, Paul Bowles, Tennessee Williams and John Cheever" --a rare and unforgettable book.
BONUS: This edition includes an excerpt from James Salter's All That Is.
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| Title of Religion eBook: Burning the Days | |
| Release Date: 02-16-2011 | |
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| Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group |
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Burning the Days
Flying, like most things of consequence, is method. Though I did not know it then, I was behaving improperly. There were light-lines between cities in those days, like lights on an unseen highway, but much farther apart. By reading their flashed codes you could tell where you were, but I was not bothering with that. I turned south toward Reading. The sky was dark now. Far below, the earth was cooling, giving up the heat of the day. A mist had begun to form. In it the light-lines would fade away and also, almost shyly, the towns. I flew on.
It is a different world at night. The instruments become harder to read; details disappear from the map. After a while I tuned to the Reading frequency and managed to pick up its signal. I had no radio compass, but there was a way of determining, by flying a certain sequence of headings, where in a surrounding quadrant you were. Then, if the signal slowly increased in strength, you were in-bound toward the station. If not and you had to turn up the volume to continue hearing it, you were going away. It was primitive, but it worked.
When the time came, I waited to see if I had passed or was still approaching Reading. The minutes went by. At first I couldn't detect a change, but then the signal seemed to grow weaker. I turned north and flew, watching the clock. Something was wrong, something serious: The signal didn't change. I was lost--not only literally, but in relation to reality. Meanwhile the wind, unseen, fateful, was forcing me farther north.
Among the stars, one was moving. The lights of another plane, perhaps one from the squadron. In any case, wherever it was headed there would be a field. I pushed up the throttle. As I drew closer, on an angle, I began ...
It is a different world at night. The instruments become harder to read; details disappear from the map. After a while I tuned to the Reading frequency and managed to pick up its signal. I had no radio compass, but there was a way of determining, by flying a certain sequence of headings, where in a surrounding quadrant you were. Then, if the signal slowly increased in strength, you were in-bound toward the station. If not and you had to turn up the volume to continue hearing it, you were going away. It was primitive, but it worked.
When the time came, I waited to see if I had passed or was still approaching Reading. The minutes went by. At first I couldn't detect a change, but then the signal seemed to grow weaker. I turned north and flew, watching the clock. Something was wrong, something serious: The signal didn't change. I was lost--not only literally, but in relation to reality. Meanwhile the wind, unseen, fateful, was forcing me farther north.
Among the stars, one was moving. The lights of another plane, perhaps one from the squadron. In any case, wherever it was headed there would be a field. I pushed up the throttle. As I drew closer, on an angle, I began ...
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