Reading the Literature of the Bicycle As I Learned to Ride One
“The bicycle was still there,” writes Simone de Beauvoir towards the beginning of her second novel, The Blood of Others, “brand new, with its pale-blue frame and its plated handlebars … It was so lissom, so slender, that even when not in use it seemed to cut through the air.” There is something wildly seductive about this bicycle, something that compels Beauvoir’s heroine, Hélène, to go so far as to contemplate theft. Implicit in the description of this bicycle is a sense of freedom, and a mechanical beauty; Beauvoir herself was a committed cyclist after learning as an adult an...