- Taschenbuch: 464 Seiten
- Verlag: Corgi (5. Juni 2014)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 0552166413
- ISBN-13: 978-0552166416
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 12,7 x 2,9 x 19,8 cm
- Durchschnittliche Kundenbewertung: 4 Kundenrezensionen
- Amazon Bestseller-Rang: Nr. 34.397 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
The Outsider: My Autobiography (Englisch) Taschenbuch – 5. Juni 2014
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"An engrossing five-setter, with intense exchanges and no tiebreakers... Like the individualists Humphrey Bogart, Frank Sinatra, Pete Rose and Chuck Berry, Connors was authentic. The book reflects that swagger." (New York Times)
"Eye-poppingly indiscreet: The Outsider makes most sports autobiographies feel like very tepid affairs in comparison." (Daily Mail)
"Exhilarating... served up at full pelt, as if Connors were charging at readers with his double-handed backhand, complete with sweaty grunts." (Mail on Sunday)
"As spiky and uncompromising as you would hope... candid and funny." (Marcus Berkmann Daily Mail, Sports Books of the Year)
"Kudos to Jimmy Connors for valiantly trying to argue in his autobiography, The Outsider, that the current spectacle of Roger Federer, Djokovic and Nadal - whose courtesy and dignity generally match the superlative quality of their play - has nothing on his own era of incontinent litigiousness, oncourt swearing, childish tantrums, umpire abuse, celebratory crotch-grabbing and mutual hatred between top players. Connors' book has the ring of honesty... a magnificent snapshot of his era." (Ed Smith New Statesman)
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Jimmy Connors liefert ein Buch ab, das sich durch seine Ehrlichkeit und (wie von Connors erhofft) Unangepassheit auszeichnet. Der Autor schildert sprachlich passend ein interessantes Leben und lässt den Leser - egal welchen Alters - spannende Tennismatches und somit Tennisgeschichte noch einmal miterleben. Wer mit Tennis möglicherweise weniger am Hut hat, kann von Connors' Einstellung (nicht nur zum Sport) dennoch profitieren. Insgesamt eine großartige Autobiographie, die einfach Spaß macht. Interessante Bilder runden das Ganze ab. Auch wenn ich als Fan von Autobiographien - aber eben nicht von Tennis - jetzt also nicht den Schläger in die Hand nehmen werde, kann es dennoch kaum erwarten, die legendären Matches irgendwie selbst sehen zu können.
Game, set, match, Connors! Unbedingt (auf Englisch) lesen!
One of the greatest tennis players and entertainers of all times. Would you expect that his real life is so similar to his TV-life? Phantastic read for everybody who followed the 70ies, 80ies an even 90ies with Jimmy Connors.
Dear Jimmy Connors,
As an avid tennis player, playing his best tennis at 53, I thank you for the book! That relives so much about tennis and the state of society in the past.
In my teens I used "your" Wilson racket, in the 80ies I bought me your JC collection with the towel fabrics on the shoulders and in the 90ies I followed you on your last and epic matches in NYC.
Richard von Rheinbaben, Germany
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Jimmy Connors did come from humble roots in East St. Louis, Illinois, coached by his mother to be good enough at 16 for him to venture out to California at that age - alone - to receive professional coaching. The fact that his mother remained an important force in his tennis career caused many in pro tennis circles (including tennis media people) to deem Connors as a 'momma's boy' and to be highly critical of his mother. We get at the heart of Connors as he writes of the importance of his mother in his life and his anger at how she was treated:
"Why was it OK for Joe Montana's dad to teach his son football or Wayne Gretzky's dad to teach him hockey but it wasn't OK for Gloria Connors to teach her son tennis?"
There are plenty of salacious passages about his wild years on the tennis circuit, a wealth of insider information about that world behind the facade of Wimbledon and the US Open (including why he loathes the All-England Club, for example), his almost-marriage to Chris Evert, pot-shots at John McEnroe, Andre Agassi, Arthur Ashe and other players, his occasionally-difficult but long-lasting marriage to his Playboy Playmate wife, Patti, and much more. It's a very interesting read if you lived through those years where Connors was the original 'bad boy' of tennis. Whether Connors intends it or not, you get the sense that Jimmy Connors was only temporarily a "star", and remained just a driven, talented - but somewhat flawed (as we all are) - regular guy from East St. Louis, Illinois.
It was fascinating to read of the journey Connors took to move "tennis from those gated country clubs to the streets." This struggle was part of what made him an outsider (his temperament was another part of that), unwilling to accept the status quo. He wanted to reach out to the average person and change the image of tennis. He was willing to buck the system even if he offended the "old-school fans" who perceived him as "a crude upstart trampling their precious traditions."
The Outsider deftly straddles a fine line, balancing personal information (a romance with Chris Evert, tensions with John McEnroe, a crisis in his marriage) with details about tennis history, technique, and pivotal championships. Although he wasn't above seeking revenge, there were sections in the book when Connors gave credit to players who disliked him. He even calls Arthur Ashe's win over him at Wimbledon in 1975 "flawless". Although Connors went into that game injured, with hairline fractures in a shin, he doesn't use that as an excuse for his loss.
Even in the first few chapters, it becomes clear that Connors overcame plenty to become a tennis champion. But he also had some incredible role models. One of those was his mother. When he was only 8 years old he saw her get punched in the mouth by a couple of thugs at a public tennis court. Even though she was injured so badly she lost her teeth, she still got up and practiced tennis with her two sons the next morning.
What Connors witnessed left him with a permanent anger and drive. His mother also taught him how to harness and use those emotions to his advantage on the tennis court. She was criticized harshly by some members of the press for her involvement in her son's life. But Connors gives her due credit for playing a pivotal role, a living example for him of the mental toughness needed to become a tennis champion. Perhaps her example helped him find the perseverance needed to win matches right after serious injuries.
I was particularly moved when reading the poignant chapter focused on friend and fellow player Vitas Gerulaitis. His untimely death at age 40 stunned Connors. I was near tears as I read the details Connors shared about Gerulaitis, their friendship, and accomplishments. It was a friendship that endured even as Gerulaitis struggled with a serious cocaine habit.
I'm not a huge tennis buff (although I made a point of watching Connors play whenever possible) and yet I couldn't stop reading this memoir. Connors seems to exemplify his belief that "It's not what you accomplish; it's what you overcome to accomplish it that sets you apart."
Lendl, Borg and Johnny Mac amongst others in the 70s and 80s, the era of the bad boys with talent and big personalities to back the glib verbosity that made them captivating stars.
This is not a tell all. This is not artfully written. At times he cuts the telling of a tale to a paragraph whilst waxing about the origins of his footwork, topspin, backhand to the tenth degree; in here lies the beauty of THE OUTSIDER -- this is Jimmy Connors spinning the narrative central to his being, it's all about tennis and its always, always been about tennis.
His love for the game and his determination to be the best radiates with honesty in pure Connors directness.
There are some classic stories, pure gems about friendships, foolishness, romance, and recklessness and lessons learned.
Tales from his life which he has the right to portion out as he sees fit (which he does and right now I'm referring to Chris Evert--his one time sweetheart, but certainly no sweetheart) and again, doled out with truth and just enough information held back to maintain respect.
Evert, is old news the other relationships are far more wooly, fun and eye-opening. His wife Patti is his backbone, his children are a revelation to him, the complex relationship with his mother Gloria is explained and defined. what a woman!
But in the end this autobiography is Jimmy Connors telling the world how much he loved the game, explaining his issues but being true to himself.
I miss the bad boy(s) of tennis. Connors was talented, worked hard, showed his emotions, played to the crowd.
Instead we have good players with guarenteed contracts, few offer excitement; I know I shouldn't yearn for years gone by-- that makes me old-- but I'm not hankering for the 'good ole days,'-- I saw the best, I recall the rivalrys, I KNEW the players names. I'm not sure Connors is THE OUTSIDER. I think he's the man.
Don't miss reading this, it's more than a walk down memory lane.
This is a good book. JC should be proud. He got it right.
Additionally, he paints Evert as moody and promiscuous which makes one wonder why he was engaged to her in the first place! He brags throughout the book about his "putting it all out there" approach to the game, then criticizes Evert for taking their mixed doubles matches too seriously. The whining about having to practice with her when they were dating, and how it helped her game, and not his, is just petty. Interestingly, he repeats a quote his grandmother often told him: to keep a little mystery about himself. But then he seems to dislike the fact that Evert (and Agassi) did just that--choosing to keep some elements of her private life private and keeping a restrained demeanor in public.
The narrative of his later career seems a bit disjointed, and Connor's descriptions of his wife's responses to his cheating, near-divorce and gambling are sometimes puzzling. In the end, his pride and affection for his family is clear. It is great that Connors has found peace as a family man in his later years. But hurting someone you once loved just to make a few bucks is not virtuous, no matter how you look at it.
I was fortunate to have been a part of the Connors inner circle during all 5 of his U.S. Open victories, and let me tell you, it was one hell of a ride. As the first telegenic tennis superstar, Connors was a magnet for the media, fans and sponsors. To have witnessed him play in 1974 was to have had a front row seat to history. He was so good, that he managed to turn his mistakes into gold. For example, when he lost in the 1975 Australian Open finals to John Newcombe, he turned that defeat into the cash machine that was the second Challenge Match - a concept that, more than any other, ushered in big money to the tennis game.
Connors' indefatigable appearances promoting his book prompted much discussion on an issue that many feel should have been left out of the book. I will not add to that discussion. However, I will say that "The Outsider" leaves the reader with the impression that the tennis legend had a lot to get off his chest. And he succeeds in doing so. For instance, he attempts to settle the score with Andre Agassi, over the younger player's major dis of Connors in his book, "Open." On another occasion, he calls Arthur Ashe a coward for not confronting him on, what the reader is lead to believe is, the issue of lawsuits. That was not the case. Ashe left the note in his Wimbledon locker in 1977 because he felt Connors should have attended the ceremonies commemorating the 100th Anniversary of the Wimbledon tournament.
There are a several other gaffes that few others will catch. Among them: the Donald Trump story about Trump's seating during the Connors-Agassi 1987 match--the Connors group was sitting in the USTA box, and Trump left us to go to his own box; the book claims that Borg never beat Connors at the U.S. Open, but the Swede defeated him during the 1981 semifinals; there is a picture of Robert Harper wearing a "James Gang" t-shirt that is misidentified as me. But these are relatively minor errors that can be corrected in subsequent editions.
The book is chock full of player anecdotes and hilarious recollections. But more than anything else, the book is a love letter to his beloved wife Patti. Patti's theme song may very well be "Stand by Your Man," because she certainly has, through the most trying of circumstances. I was one of the few Connors friends who stood by her through some of her darkest days that are well documented in the book, and I can honestly say, she has always been a star. Connors reveals much information about his relationship with his mother and grandmother that was, heretofore, unknown. And, as referenced above, it provides a clearer understanding of not only Jimmy Connors the tennis player, but Jimmy Connors the person.
Douglas Henderson Jr., was a main part of Jimmy Connors' inner circle during the U.S. Opens from 1974-1992. Henderson has documented his relationship with Connors and Ashe in his book "Endeavor to Persevere: A Memoir on Jimmy Connors, Arthur Ashe, Tennis and Life."