Not exactly a biography nor, thank the gods, a hagiography, "Eddy Merckx: The Cannibal," does provide a window into the life and cycling career of Merckx. A complex man who did not participate in the writing of this work, Merckx comes across as a driven man with immense talent. So immense he pretty much ruled the professional peloton for five or six years.
Fortunately, Friebe does NOT list all of Merckx's wins, his 'palmarès.' I say, "fortunately," because - for me - doing so would most likely have disrupted the narrative flow. It's hard enough to learn the main "classics" and keep the three major tours straight. Having to track the lesser races, of which there are many, would needlessly distract from the story.
And what a story it is. Merckx, son of a Belgian grocer and his wife, lived in a home and a part of the country where both French and Dutch were spoken. This linguistic divide reflects, in a way, his own divided life - competitive yet supporting, a public figure who didn't like speaking, a dominant cyclist with crippling doubts. And the most successful male rider in the history of competitive cycling.
Friebe's prose occasionally reads like a magic realism novel then turns back to more standard prose. This is a bit disorienting but occurs mostly in the opening chapters of his work. By the middle third we're on solid ground. The author interviewed a number of Merckx's contemporaries, both team mates and competitors, and manages to weave their views into the story of Mercks very effectively.
It seems it is almost impossible to get this close to Eddy and remain neutral. For anyone who follows cycling Merckx is THE cyclist. No one has done as much or won as much as Mercks. Very few have had so great an effect on cycling while they were racing. Many have nicknames but there is but one Cannibal (the origin story for this nom de velo is unexpected).
Despite this tendency to drift toward adoration, Friebe keeps an even keel. He writes of Merckx's strengths and weaknesses, the ambiguity of the extent of his doping (three positive tests over the course of his career are far from ambiguous but 3/700 indicates an overall lack of doping), the enemies he made, the friends he kept. Merckx is far from an easy subject to describe.
While the author does not dwell on the last years of his career he does describe them. He particularly returns to Merckx's own statement, made more than once:
"Don't fear for one second that you'll see me on the decline, served up on a plate to a vengeful peloton, like some shipwrecked, stranded sailor clinging to the buoy of his former glory, At the first signs that I'm weakening, and maybe a bit before, I'll bid farewell . . .." (page 293)
That is NOT what happened. Merckx continued to ride for two years after he started to decline. He made his retirement public on 1978 May 18.
If you enjoy the history of cycling you really have to read about Merckx. This is one work that - if it were the only thing you read about him - would provide a solid understanding of the man and his times.