The 1994 Winter Olympics in Lillehammer, Norway seemed to host the pinnacle of ice skating talent, or so it seemed when I watched the proceedings on my television. You had Nancy Kerrigan, Oksana Baiul, Elvis Stojko, Surya Bonaly, and Brian Boitano among the singles, and in ice dancing you had Tovill and Dean. And then in figure skating pairs you had Grinkov and Gordeeva. A pair of skaters that was not only young, handsome, in love, and married with a little daughter, but so talented they blasted their competitors completely off the ice. But then tragedy struck. In 1995, at only 28 years old, Sergei Grinkov collapsed and died from a massive heart attack, permanently breaking up what is arguably the best pair skating couple in history and breaking the hearts of millions of fans, not to mention those of his wife and young daughter.
My Sergei: A Love Story is the tender and romantic tale of these two supremely talented young people who were thrown together by the Soviet athletic machine and rose through the ranks of figure skating, winning award after award, medal after medal, before winning each other's hearts and those of the entire world. It's a lovely tribute from Ekaterina to her husband and the love she holds for Sergei is evident in every word and sentence and paragraph. As well as the admiration she had for a fellow athlete who was at the top of his game. Family photos add depth and intimacy to what is essentially a long love letter to her husband. In the end, it's romantic and bittersweet, touching and heartbreaking.
I read this book back right after it was published, nearly 20 years ago, and I haven't had a chance to revisit it, so I don't know what I might be leaving out or forgetting. Which is why my memory is only of the romance between Ekaterina and Sergei, so I apologize if there's extra dimensions to the tale that I might be leaving out.