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John Burnham Schwartz - Bicycle Days

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When Alec Stern arrives in Japan, he discovers a land of opportunity. For only in Tokyo could an impressionable young man fresh out of college find, in one stroke, a new job, a new family, and a society that lavishes attention on Japanese-speaking gaijin. Yet, even as Alec claims a place in this new world, he is haunted by memories of the one he left behinda world once infinitely secure but which disintegrated with the breakup of his parents marriage.In this incandescently observed novel, John Burnham Schwartz introduces readers to one of the most appealing protagonists in contemporary fiction while enchanting them with the keenness of his eye and the aptness of his voice. Through its exquisitely rendered scenesa fishing trip of Zen-like serenity; a night at a sex club where giggling businessmen dive into the actionand vividly imagined charactersthe laughing mother who taught Alec to ride a bicycle; the beautiful sad Japanese woman who teaches him how to loveBicycle Days surprises, moves, and enlightens us as very few books do.

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Also by John Burnham Schwartz Reservation Road Acclaim for John Burnham - photo 1

Also byJohn Burnham Schwartz

Reservation Road

Acclaim forJohn Burnham Schwartz

Finely and carefully written, with a sweet innocence and naive sense of discovery.

People

Graceful absorbing Schwartzs writing is unpretentious and accessible. The flashbacks to Alecs youth are smoothly integrated yet have the gritty feel of emotions honestly remembered.

St. Louis Dispatch Book Review

A funny, painful and wonderful coming-of-age story.

The San Diego Union-Tribune

Schwartzs sentences are as elegant and effortless as well find at this post-Cheever end of the century.

Los Angeles Times

Has authority and refreshing charm.

Time

John Burnham Schwartz is a wonderful stylist whose prose reveals a sheen of beauty beneath everyday life.

The New York Observer

John Burnham Schwartz is a good writer. Bicycle Days is a good book. Get a copy and read it.

Gannett News Service

John Burnham Schwartz

Bicycle Days

John Burnham Schwartz is the author of Reservation Road. He lives in New York City with his wife, filmmaker Aleksandra Crapanzano.

FIRST VINTAGE CONTEMPORARIES EDITION MAY 1999 Copyright 1989 by John Burnham - photo 2

FIRST VINTAGE CONTEMPORARIES EDITION, MAY 1999

Copyright 1989 by John Burnham Schwartz

All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Vintage Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto. Originally published in hardcover in the United States by Summit Books, New York, in 1989.

Vintage Books, Vintage Contemporaries, and colophon are trademarks of Random House, Inc.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Schwartz, John Burnham.
Bicycle days: a novel / John Burnham Schwartz.
p. cm.
eISBN: 978-0-307-78752-1
1. AmericansJapanFiction. I. Title.
[PS3569.C5658B5 1999]
813.54dc21 98-50018

Author photograph Marion Ettlinger

www.randomhouse.com/vintage

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For Margaret McElderry Lunt

Contents

Home is where one starts from.

T. S. Eliot
Four Quartets
East Coker; III

Picture 3
TREMORS

T he noise of the silver balls was deafening. It enveloped the senses, locking Alec in no less than the Japanese men who sat transfixed, rows and rows of them, their faces inches from the pachinko machines. Every few seconds a ball would hit home, sending another stream rushing out through an opening at the bottom. Without once interrupting the motion of their thumbs as they worked the levers, the men would collect their new supply, occasionally wiping a bead of sweat from their cheeks with a twist of the shoulder. But always the noise. The vibrations would rise to a crescendo as a new jackpot was struck, only to sink again. The rhythm rose from these constant pulsations, a whirlpool of anonymous men and silver balls.

Alec pulled his face away from the window front, erased the trace of his breath with his shirt-sleeve. The air was muggy, and he felt for a moment as if there werent enough oxygen in it. He stood on the wide, busy stretch of Waseda Avenue, his bags scattered around him, just a few blocks from the Japanese homestay family with whom he would be spending the summer. His watch read seven oclock. He couldnt remember if he had reset it when he arrived. The confusing bus ride from the airport, much more than the flight from New York, had robbed him of all sense of time.

He had woken with the sense that something was wrong. His first thought was that he had missed his stop. Terrified, he looked around him. It was the same bus he had been on before he had fallen asleep, filled with the same people, the driver wearing the exact same pale blue hat. The bus looked like every other bus Alec had ever been on. The red vinyl seats reminded him of the Greyhound he used to ride to his aunts house in Vermont. He took a deep breath and rubbed his head where it had been knocking against the window. A young woman sitting across the aisle looked away when he noticed her; he was sure she had been staring at him while he slept. His head felt as though someone had been pounding on it with a rubber hammer. He traced the ache to his left ear, which was being attacked by a constant stream of freezing cold air. It surprised him that the air-conditioning could be so accurate. When he sat back, his head against the synthetic white cover, the air went directly into his ear. But he couldnt figure out where it was coming fromthere was no vent visible, no way to turn it off.

Beyond the window, the sparse greenery of the suburbs between Narita Airport and Tokyo was merging with the outskirts of the city itself. The block forms of tall apartment complexes, gray and gold in the twilight, rolled out to greet him. Laundry flanked the balconies like children gathered for a parade. There was no longer any green, only solid, urban matter: slabs of concrete and sheets of iron; timber walls and tile roofs; the glistening bodies of Hondas and Toyotas bumper to bumper, stretching off the highway and down into the streets below. Neon signs had come on all over the city, cloaking the buildings and streets in electricity, promising an explosion of light when the sky turned dark.

The bus eased off the exit ramp, and Alec felt Tokyo close in around him. The highway had been elevated, and he had looked out over the entire city, the distant observer. But the bus was in a maze of narrow streets now, and the city had moved close to him. Everything was concentrated; the neon brighter, garish, the buildings tall and dark above their electric signs, the people pushing, moving.

He sat back in his seat for a moment, too tired to do anything else. It had been like this since his graduation from college, three weeks before. That afternoon his family and friends had formed a circle around him, crying and congratulating him. His father had hugged him. It was a brief, fierce, awkward hug, followed by an embarrassed silence as Alec bent down to pick up his mortarboard from the ground. His mother had hugged him, too, but then held on longer than that, stepping away with her hands tightly gripping his arms, her eyes on his, as if she had finally caught sight of him after a long absence, only to realize that he was about to disappear again. She told him to come home soon, or whenever he wanted to. And to write or call collect anytime, because she would be there to talk to him. Anytime. And it seemed to Alec as if the day had ended with that word, because he couldnt remember what came after.

The bus was stopped at a light, and Alec looked down a side street. An old bicycle with a metal basket leaned against a dark one-story house. A teenage boy in a white apron and paper hat walked swiftly out of the house, carrying a tray of stacked empty dishes above his right shoulder. The light turned green, the bus jerked forward. Trying to see, Alec craned his neck against the glass. The bike was moving fast, gaining on the bus. Alec gasped as the boy came abreast of the bus, a flash of white, weaving and dipping and somehow managing not to lose the tray, which he held aloft on one hand, the one solid part of a sculpture that was all fluid motion. And then, at the next corner, he was gone.

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