A friend has lent me Tim Krabbé's _The Rider_, which having read I
immediately started reading again from the beginning. Is there much in
the way of a cycling-related literary tradition?
Right now all I can think of is the opening paragraphs of Jack London's
_Cruise of the Dazzler_, and the rather different final pages of
Houellebecq's _Whatever_ ("Whatever" is the English for "L'extension du
domain de la lutte", of course).
It does seem that wherever cycling plays a central role in fiction it is
as a glimpse into human spirit, which I think says something about it.
Daniele