style="overflow: hidden; color: #000000; background-color: #ffffff; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;">"Morning. The dentists are laying out their picks. In the doorways as the sun hits them, the bums begin to groan.” Only one living American writer could produce that Manhattan haiku: James Salter, who is forever being rediscovered and who could be forgiven, at 87, for being tired of it.