Years ago, my then girlfriend, aware of my interest in the Tour de France, suggested I read Freya North's "Cat", purely on the basis that it was set against the backdrop of the event. Quite a few years later, when my bookshelves became our bookshelves, it returned to its rightful place amongst her other Freya North novels, still unread by me. Until this year's even combined with the appropriately bright yellow cover in a prominent position in the bookcase reminded me of my wife's failed attempt to make me read the book several years ago.
The "Cat" of the title is Catriona McCabe, youngest of three McCabe sisters, who is part of a huge pack of journalists following the Tour de France, as she is writing daily stage reports for the Guardian, whilst hoping to sufficiently impress Maillot magazine into giving her a job as their Features Editor. She is also hoping that a change of location for the three week duration of Le Tour will also help keep her mind off an ex, who is gone but far from forgotten. Cat, cheered on by her two sisters and their Uncle, is hoping that 3 weeks of doing her dream job whilst in close company of 198 men with shaved legs and highly toned thighs will help her finally get over him.
We are introduced to members of three racing teas, all out for glory in Le Tour, the fictional Système Vipère, Megapac and Zucca MV. Système Vipère and Zucca MV have riders capable of winning each of the available jerseys on the tour and Megapac are a newly formed team hoping to upset the status quo and sneak a stage win or two. We meets everyone involved in the Tour, from the visible faces of the riders, to everyone involved in getting them through the Tour, their team mechanics, doctors, directors and soigneurs, to those less directly involved, but still hard at work, like the journalists. The 198 riders may be working physically harder than anyone else, especially in the mountains, but everyone else is doing their own job and trying to fit in moments of being normal human beings when the bikes are racked for the day.
There are so many reasons I disliked the book that it's difficult to know where to start. Perhaps the most annoying aspect was the general writing style. Virtually every character seemed to have an internal conversation, so that if there was an aspect of their character than needed explaining to the reader, the character acted as their own narrator. Annoyingly, this seemed to happen on the majority of the occasions they were alone, but also mid-conversation with another character, which made things very confusing. Sometimes, these internal conversations became so detailed, it felt as if the characters were interviewing themselves. Had this happened occasionally, or been a quirk of a single character, it would have been a far less annoying literary device, but almost every chapter had at least one example, as if North couldn't be bothered to build relationships between characters up to the point where this conversation could happen between two people when one could achieve the same result by talking to themselves.
The other problem I had with the writing style was that it was horribly over-written, much like this paragraph. North seems unable to leave verbs or nouns to speak for themselves and sprinkles adjectives with abandon. One paragraph quite early on was covered with them to the extent that reading it was as exhausting an endeavour as cycling up a mountain. Amusingly, North doesn't seem to see the irony in having Cat's editor berate her for the overly flowery language in her stage reports. Strangely, however, this over-writing doesn't extend to the frequent sex scenes, which are by contrast very mechanically written, with an almost total lack of emotion, passing in a rush of named body parts, which were described in the same way in sex scene after sex scene, as if North only knew how to write one sex scene, but had to include several such scenes.
What proved to be something of a distraction for me personally was the setting of the Tour de France itself. North mixes fact with fiction, using the names of actual cycling teams and riders mixed in with her fictional characters, but doesn't always take them from consistent places. One of the stages North describes on Cat's Tour happened for real in 1997, but a stage she later refers to as due to happen the following year wasn't on the real Tour until 2000. Additionally, whilst crashes occur, they're not nearly as frequent as happened on Cat's tour, which seemed to have a major incident on every stage and one of the real-life riders who was injured and taken away in an ambulance after crashing out never suffered such an incident as described, although the cause of the crash has occurred in real life. There was also surprisingly little mention of drugs, despite the era the book seems to be based in being during the period when drug use was rife in the peloton and North's fictional Megapac team clearly being a facsimile of Lance Armstrong's US Postal team. Of course, it could be that North was threatened not to reveal anything she saw relating to drugs, as many were threatened with around the time. It may well be that, in my case, a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but the mixture of fact and fiction, especially mixed as unreliably and inconsistently as here, frequently took me out of the moment and lessened the book even further for me.
To be fair to North, there were a couple of aspect of the book that I felt were done reasonably well and certainly well enough for them to stick out amongst the mess I felt the rest of the book was. The hidden aspects of the Tour, particularly where they followed the stages in the team car and where Cat described life in the salle de presse with the rest of the journalists did seem well described and the interactions seemed realistic to someone who has never been there. In addition, North's passion for the event and the excitement of the racing comes across very well in Cat's passion for the sport and the Tour and some of the descriptions of the cycling, whilst frequently over-written, came across as quite exciting, almost to the extent of seeing it. Sadly, there is too much bad writing elsewhere for this to be enough to salvage the book.
Someone with little of no prior knowledge of the Tour de France may enjoy "Cat" more than I didn't, if they're a fan of the likes of Jilly Cooper. However, the book is generally so poorly written and the sex scenes so repetitive and mechanical, even within the genre, that this may not prove to be the case. "Cat" is one only to be borrowed or, preferably, avoided completely.