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The eight-time Grand Slam champion's confession that he hated tennis all along: a childhood conscripted by his father's ball machine, a career spent inside a manufactured image, and the slow construction of a life he actually chose. Written with J.R. Moehringer.
Agassi comes across as genuinely unlikeable in stretches, his treatment of line judges and other players read by some as unprocessed rather than owned. One reader calls the whole “I hate tennis” refrain, sounded across two decades of prize money, insincere, writing flatly that “the 'I hate tennis' mantra gets a bit insincere.” The book's most consequential dispute doesn't come from a review at all: Brooke Shields has said parts of the account of their marriage are wrong, that she spent hours flagging corrections with Agassi's ghostwriting team, and that he wrote back refusing to change anything because, as he put it, “that's not how I remember it and it is my book.” One critic summed up the letdown as “I got duped in a big way.” Skeptics also wonder how much of the polished voice on the page is Agassi's own rather than Moehringer's craft.
The case for it and the rest of the canon open with Pro.
