I am a great fan of Salter's...I love his writing and these stories are understated and rich at the same time. Salter is especially good with relationships, what gets said and not said. A passage I like: 'There was a moth on the windshield as they headed back. They were going forty miles an hour: its wings were quivering in what must have been a titanic wind as it resisted being borne into the night. Still, stubbornly, it clung, like gray ash but thick and trembling.--What are you doing? she said. Keck had pulled over and stopped. He reached out and pushed the moth a little. Abruptly it flew into the darkness. --Are you a Buddhist or something? No, he said. I didn't know if it wanted to go where we're going, that's all.' ("Eyes of the Stars" 22).