In 2004, when I was a school kid, I had a habit of going through the column “Thoughts and Quotes” in one of my country’s leading English newspapers. One day I saw a quote from Maria Sharapova in the column. Already interested in tennis (thanks to a Federer’s picture in the newspaper where he’s posing to serve in the Swiss alps after his 2003 Wimbledon win) and aware of Sharapova, the appearance of quote piqued my interest in her story.
In those days, when the internet was barely heard of in my region, it was difficult to find any extra material on a subject easily. So, I kept a lookout for her mentions in the Sports section of the newspaper and even went through the old copies in my school library to get anything on her.
In a few months or a year or so, I had gathered that she was from a small town Nyagan in Russia, had flown to America with her father, leaving behind her mother, at a very young age, and had a tough life. This all was quite inspiring; so, in the following years I continued to hope for her victories. Then during early 2010s, as life happened and her level seemed to dip by several reasons, my interests drifted (although I remained aware of what was happening in the tennis world and around her, thanks to the internet) until a few months ago I came to know that she has written an autobiography.
Around 18 years ago, I had spent plenty of time in stitching her biography through newspaper articles; so, I thought to myself, why not?
So, last week I finally picked the book but in the Preface itself did not like the writing, which felt a bit superficial and self-obsessed. But then she is a tennis pro, not a writer, so, one can ignore such errs in her writing. But then again, she had a co-author, who seems like a full-time writer, so should have at least corrected her overuse of the phrase “In other words”, her writing of the same sentences multiple times in the course of a single or few pages, and her conflicting opinions (which is not a crime to have but should not appear in writing).
I tried to turn a blind eye to the writing and engross myself to the story alone, which, needless to say, is inspiring and adventurous, but her continuous use of the phrase “that’s why I was so hard to beat”, no respect to story’s timeline (at one point she was 11-12 and then suddenly she was 8-9), leaving out key moments without a mention (she tried to build up to the moment when she was finally reunited with her mother, but then at some point mentioned that she was already there, and then a few chapters later mentions only a single sentence that her mother’s trouble in getting the visa was resolved) continued to put me off.
All this, Mr. Co-author did not bother to fix.
All in all, till the part where she got signed up with IMG was still readable. After that story picked up pace, and she would jumped directly to the Grand Slams that she won, without much taking readers through other key moments in other Grand Slams, while the story is moving at a different pace in a different time.
Often, she’d write explaining an incident that “it depends on whom you ask…” and would put down two opinions along the same lines or slightly deviated lines as contrasting opinions. She’d discard other players’ pursuit to win several grand slams and building a legacy of their own as bullshit and would say that she needs to pave the path for the coming generation.
About the two chapters on her two relationships, again, she did not bother about the timeline of the story and just plugged these chapters anywhere in-between. For example, relationship with Sasha ended after the 2014 Roland Garros finals, but she would prepare for and win the tournament after 3-4 chapters. Plus (I might be horribly wrong here), Sasha’s getting angry for not mentioning his name and not being happy for her achievement was wrong, yes, absolutely, but a breakup ultimatum, I don’t know. And then with Grigor, I honestly did not understand her take on the respect towards each other’s career in his context. And then about her coach’s text “Can you believe Nike did that to her?”, I am not so sure how it was a mean text behind her back.
I wish she had introduced and described some other events and characters like she had described the Wimbledon village and her father. I wish the title of the book was a little less arrogant. She is what is, but I wish she had been a little less resentful, a bit more neutrally observant and respectful towards other players' drives and how they carry themselves (for example, exchanging pleasantry at the nets, sometimes genuine respect is there, if not often then seldom). I wish she had acknowledged the development in the men’s tennis around the same time (at least as an inspiration) instead of mentioning Federer, Murray, and Djokovic only once, and that to in the context of her boyfriend’s defeat in a major’s semifinals. And no mention of Nadal at all. Nadal who?
I hate to say it, but after reading the book, after knowing her opinions and attitude towards stuff and other people, my admiration and respect for her has diminished a little. Like they say, “Ignorance is bliss”.