James Salter - Works

Works

  • The Hunters (novel, 1957; revised and reissued, 1997)
  • The Arm of Flesh (novel, 1961; republished as Cassada, 2000)
  • A Sport And A Pastime (novel, 1967)
  • Downhill Racer (screenplay, 1969)
  • The Appointment (screenplay, 1969)
  • Three (screenplay, 1969; also directed)
  • Light Years (novel, 1975)
  • Solo Faces (novel, 1979)
  • Threshold (screenplay, 1981)
  • Dusk and Other Stories (short stories, 1988; PEN/Faulkner Award 1989)
  • Still Such (poetry, 1988)
  • Burning the Days (memoir, 1997)
  • Gods of Tin (compilation memoir, 2004; selections from The Hunters, Cassada, and Burning the Days)
  • Last Night (short stories, 2005)
  • There and Then: The Travel Writing of James Salter (essays, 2005)
  • Life Is Meals: A Food Lover's Book of Days (with wife Kay Eldredge, 2006)
  • "My Lord You" and "Palm Court" (2006)
  • All That Is (2013)

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