Open, Andre Agassi's autobiography written by J. R. Moehringer with inputs from Agassi is more fast paced and gripping than any thriller I have read in recent times. In my last tweet I had promised not to give in to the charms of the world wide web or the television before I finish the book. Less than 48 hours since then I just turned the last of the 388 pages and didn't even feel the absence of the new-age necessities.
If you spent sometime watching tennis in the '90s and/or early '00s you will connect with the story more than otherwise, however, this is not just a tennis story. It talks about the life of a child prodigy who never wanted to do what he was precocious at. Yes, one of the greatest tennis players of our times hated the game with all his heart and was forced to continue with it due to an overbearing, almost maniacal father - Mike Agassi. Andre was signing autographs and winning tournaments at a time when most of are playing in kindergarden. His future was planned even before he was born, he had to become the No. 1 tennis player in the world, and there were no two ways about it.
His father had not just built a tennis court and bowling machine in the backyard of their Nevada house, but also calculated to the nearest hour, how many hours of practice/day/year he would require to become the world's best tennis player.
The story is similar to Michael Jackson's or Brooke Shields' (who later on went to marry and divorce Andre) and many other similar child prodigies. However, it's one of the rare cases where a man who has won and earned everything from a particular profession goes on to admit how he hated the same profession, from the beginning till the end.
He talks about his opponents throughout his career - Michael Chang, Jeff Tarango, Jim Courieri, Jimmy Connors, John McEnroe, Boris Becker and Pete Sampras - in a completely politically incorrect but brutally honest fashion.