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Since the early 1980s, renowned musician and visual artist David Byrne has been riding a bike as his principal means of transportation in New York City. Two decades ago, he discovered folding bikes and started taking them with him when traveling around the world. Byrne's choice was initially made out of convenience rather than political motivation, but the more cities he saw from his bicycle, the more he became hooked on this mode of transport and the sense of liberation, exhilaration, and connection it provided. This point of view, from his bike seat, became his panoramic window on urban life, a magical way of opening one's eyes to the inner workings and rhythms of a city's geography and population. Bicycle Diaries chronicles Byrne's observations and insights--what he is seeing, whom he is meeting, what he is thinking about--as he pedals through and engages with some of the world's major cities.--Publisher.… (more)
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His views on a livable city were particularly interesting.
David Byrne was able to do what I would love to do -- explore a lot of places (specifically cities)by bicycle. I love seeing the quirky underside of towns, noting the things not seen by tourists, and missed by car or train or bus. Byrne visited some of my favorite cities, a few that I want to go to and a few that hold no interest for me. In them all, he used keen observation to pick out some unique elements. He writes a blend of travelog, bike-wisdom and political commentary. If one element didn't interest me, another shortly came along that did.
I do wish the photographs were a little sharper and better labeled. Some may have been in color originally and didn't survive the switch to black and white. Or maybe it was just a crappy camera. Either way, they were the most frustrating for me.
Passing this on to a friend from Brooklyn, who is interested in what's happening to our cities. It was given to us by another friend (EN) as some "recovery reading for javaczuk after surgery.
Favorite Passages:
My generation makes fun of the suburbs and the shopping malls, the TV commercials and the sitcoms that we grew up with -- but they're part of us too. So our ironic view is leavened with something like love. Though we couldn't wait to get out of these places they are something like comfort food for us. Having come from those completely uncool places we are not and can never be urban sophisticates we read about, and neither are we rural specimens -- stoic, self-sufficient, and relaxed -- at ease and comfortable in the wild. These suburbs, where so many of us spent our formative years, still push emotional buttons for us; they're both attractive and deeply disturbing. - p. 9
These [modern] buildings represent the triumph of both the cult of capitalism and the cult of Marxist materialism. Opposing systems have paradoxically achieved more or less the same aesthetic result. Diverging paths converge. The gods of reason triumph over beauty, whimsy, and animal instincts and our innate aesthetic sense -- if one believes that people have such a thing. We associate these latter qualities with either peasants -- the unsophisticated, who don't know any better than to build crooked walls and add peculiar little decorative touches -- or royalty and the upper classes -- our despicable former rulers with their frilly palaces, whom we can now view, in this modern world, as equals, at least on some imaginary or theoretical level. - p. 79
I'm in my midfifties, so I can testify that biking as a way of getting around is not something only for the young and energetic. You don't really need the spandex, and unless you want it to be, biking is not necessarily all the strenous. It's the liberating feeling -- the physical and psychological sensation -- that is more persuasive than any practical argument. Seeing things from a point of view that is close enough to pedestrians, vendors, and storefronts combined with getting around in a way that doesn't feel completely divorced from the life that occurs on the streets is pure pleasure. Observing and engaging in a city's life -- even for a reticent and often shy person like me -- is one of life's great joys. Being a social creature -- it is part of what it means to be human. - p. 292
Lost interest when it started getting political. I wanted more of a travelogue.
Byrne is clearly an intelligent, thoughtful person, and his situation in life allows him to meet interesting people in the course of his travels (assuming that you accept artists, gallery-owners and musicians as "interesting people"...), so this makes for a pleasant, lively read, but I don't think you will find anything very earth-shattering here, unless you are someone who loves motor cars and thinks of the USA as the model of perfect urban planning (in which case it might annoy you a little...). A good short-attention-span book to read on a journey or in a hospital waiting-room, probably.