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A Sport and a Pastime

A Sport and a Pastime is a richly detailed novel that intertwines the themes of love, ambition, and the human condition. Set against the backdrop of a sport, the story follows the lives of its characters as they navigate their personal and professional lives, revealing the intricate tapestry of their relationships and the passions that drive them. more

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James Salter
James Salter

James Salter, born on June 10, 1925, was an influential American novelist known for his concise and profound writing style. His works, which cover themes such as love, war, and human nature, are considered classics of American literature. Salter's notable works include 'Last Summer' and 'Alaska'. more

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