Striking the Sun is a collaborative serialized novel about endurance. The project is ongoing.
Can you sum up the premise using a blurb you wrote on a different website in 2012?
In an alternative timeline where British cycling never improved its lot, North Yorkshire has produced two incredibly talented cyclists on wildly different trajectories. One finds great success, the other can barely keep his head straight. How did they drift apart, and what happens when they come back together?
Meanwhile, a tired French broadcaster has become a laughing stock and has to come to terms with his life outside of the sport. Also meanwhile, a journalist for the UK’s most terrible newspaper has problems of her own. And furthermore, what the fuck do the Algerian police officer and 12th century druid have to do with any of this.
It’s a baffling literary journey, packed with weird characters, awkward situations, and a moving examination of the uses of discourse. You’ll like it.
Is it a sports novel?
Sort of. It’s definitely a novel about sports, and the media. It kind of ends where a genre sports novel would start though.
How long is it?
It’s 49 fascinating chapters of anticonfluential wordmess. We’re scheduled to finish on April 26, 2016, but will release the complete paperback edition some time before then. Don’t ask us about the eBook, it’s a sore point.
Why’s it called Striking the Sun?
“I’d strike the sun if it insulted me. For could the sun do that, then I could do the other; since there is ever a sort of fair play herein, jealousy presiding over all creatures. But not my master, man, is even that fair play.” Moby Dick is a good book.
Do I need to know about cycling?
No. I mean, it doesn’t hurt, but you’ll know what you need to know by the time you need to know it.
Is Henri Giroud happy with your representation of him?
These sections were the result of several detailed interviews with Mr Giroud and his partner. Both parties had full access to the manuscript and suggested no edits.
Wait, is this a novel or a biography of Henri Giroud?
Fiction and reality sometimes make wonderful bedfellows.