Two stars is probably a bit harsh, maybe 2.5. Nile Wilson was an elite gymnast, an Olympic medalist, is a popular social media personality and a successful businessman. A writer he is not. I’m sad that whomever published this wasn’t able to guide his writing voice with more finesse. An authentic authorial voice comes through I think, but it’s not enjoyable to read.
Good lord, the amount of exclamation points was headache-inducing to start. There were repetitive phrases such as “ drive forward” content this, content that, “mindset” it read a bit like a self-help guru crossed with a Millennial MLM. Given the things he’s endured his relentless positivity seems a stretch.
The story is presented as chronological. Later, the book skips around with chapters about his family, his business, his beefs with the Leeds Gymnastics Club and British National Gymnastics. It’s like he wanted to tell those pieces but didn’t have a way to integrate them into story in a way that flowed so it got tacked on at the end in a jumble.
I wanted more content (ha!) but more importantly, more depth. Everything he dealt with is presented in a superficial way. Eating disorder? Barely merits a few paragraphs. He talks a bit about what probably drove it but it just magically fixes itself, I guess by being expressed in other self-destructive behaviors like gambling and alcoholism? All this is apparently resolved by his amazing manager/guru Luke who counsels him and takes him to meditative retreats in Ibiza. While he never describes himself as a chronic gambler or an alcoholic, in the most insightful piece of the story he admits to having an addictive personality and that the very parts of his makeup that made him a successful gymnast, also fueled his demons . All I could think was, where the hell was his professional counseling?? Surely an athlete at the peak of his career could access some proper mental health and support. Your neck hurts because you have a herniated disc, great! We’ll line you up for surgery. You’re having suicidal thoughts and getting fucked up every evening? Good thing your manager can sort you out!
Even now, I question whether his successful business ventures and social media empire are simply more socially acceptable forms of self- destruction. His relentless positivity seems to ring just a bit false. It’s hard to take his claims to have gotten his life straightened out and finding a new path after retirement to be true? If it is, I applaud him and wish him Godspeed.
Aside from providing yet another revenue stream, it’s hard to decide who this book’s audience is meant to be? It’s inspiring to read about his success but…it wasn’t an huge or unusual struggle (I’m not knocking his work ethic or anything) just saying that he started from a very privileged position- a white male whose physiology was well suited to gymnastics, an unsparingly supportive two-parent family, a mentality that thrived on the training process and a genuine love for the spotlight. He didn’t have to fight off any major rivals to secure a spot in the Olympics or overcome a tragic injury…he wanted to be a gymnast, he became a gymnast. He wanted to be an Olympian, he was selected for the Olympics and won a freaking bronze medal. It was….boring. I only read this because I stumbled across his videos on FB. I enjoy he and his friends and family’s funny content but honestly, I was hoping for more about his supposedly close friends, Luke and Ash. They barely warrant more than a couple of mentions.
The gymnastics memoir I want to read is about Ash, a twin, the balding, husky, ex-elite gymnast who fucked up his knees and had major surgeries, quit gymnastics and ran off to work with Cirque du Soleil. He wanders back to Leeds and falls in love with his best friend’s sister. Now there’s a story I want to read!