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'Solo Faces' by James Salter – Climbing the Mont Blanc Complex in the French Alps

  ‘Solo Faces’ by James Salter     (1979) – 220 pages   The minimalism trend in fiction has come and gone but I still admire it. Why write twenty words when you can write the same thing in ten words? Or, for that matter, why write 350 pages when you could have written it all in 220 pages? For a subject as austere, rigorous, and cold as French Alps mountain climbing this minimalist approach which…

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Before I left for Chamonix to go hiking in the French Alps, I borrowed Solo Faces by James Salter from the lending library at work. It felt almost like a sin to see a Salter novel with its tattered spine discarded amidst 50 Shades of Grey and a Madonna biography. My list of must-reads was long and only growing longer, but the ghostly mountain landscape of its cover caught my eye—a silhouetted man ascended a jagged peak. Fitting since I would be going to the French Alps the next day for a week of hiking. Also, it made me think of Matt. He wasn’t coming on this trip. We hadn’t even talked in years.

The Last Book I Loved: Solo Faces by Genevieve Hudson.

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In the morning he woke among the peaks incredibly white against the muted sky. There is something greater than the life of the cities, greater than money and possessions; there is a manhood that can never be taken away. For this, one gives everything.

James Salter, Solo Faces

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His chest felt empty, his hands weightless. He felt a lack of density, the strength to cling to existence, to remain on earth, as if he were already a kind of husk that could blow away.

James Salter, Solo Faces