Light Years by James Salter sets a mood, a pace, a feeling about the passage of time, about the beauty and ugliness of the world, and our ability, as people, to make the best of the situations we find ourselves entangled within, to such an accomplished degree it is difficult to even discuss this novel.
As a writer, it amazes me how high a bar Salter sets with this work. He never misses a beat. The passage devoted to light, how the sun or lamps or streetlight illuminate (or fail to illuminate) a location, could be written about and heaped with superlatives.
I won’t say much about this novel except that it should be read; this is especially the case of all those who write.