James Salter. 
 
Little, Brown: 1979. First edition. Hardcover in a jacket. Octavo. Chipping and small tears along the top and bottom of the jackets. Fading along the top and bottom of the boards. One stain on the fore edge of the text block. Very good. 220 pages. 
 
If you know Salter you know prose. No one could do a climbing novel better. It's about the call to climb and why men do it, yes, but so much more, and none of it he writes in the way you expect. 
 
"Women look like one thing when you don't know them and another when you do."