Superb book on the world's most excruciating one-day bike race; a French classic which unto this day continues to make a virtue out of the erstwhile necessity of some of the industrialized world's most appalling road surfaces.
Nowadays there's pretty much no reason for any even of the most minor French back-roads to be paved with cobbles ... except that there *is*, and the Paris-Roubaix is it! So deeply French, so embroiled in the culture of that country is this race, that nowadays local and even national government provides funds to restore and preserve, rather than pragmatically tarmac over, the lumpy cobbles of the traditional parcours. Some of the greatest bike riders in the world have won this event; others have fallen spectacularly by the wayside, as exemplified most recently by George Hincapie, whose handlebars simply gave way under the strain a few years back. Yet top-ranked elite cyclists still queue up to take part, just because of the kudos attached to winning - or even to finishing - this Queen of the Classics.
This is a beautiful and deeply French account of the history of the Paris-Roubaix, complete with hyperbolic language and sensual imagery rendered faithfully into English without regard for the not-entirely-coincident aesthetics of us Brits. However, had some barbarian attempted to 'anglicize' this volume, it would have emerged far the poorer. The French sensibiliity is essential to the full appreciation of this extreme sporting event; and I would suggest that if you can't deal with this, you choose to read something else. Paris-Roubaix is a bike race like no other, and this book is a wholly fitting and appropriate tribute.
And yes - the photographs are nothing short of fabulous. If you are at all a fan of bike racing, and of the Spring Classics in particular, you NEED this book.