Hello, FBI? This man right here.
First of all, the title of this book is intentionally misleading. It is not about a murder; it is Mark's memoir. Since Mark wasn't present for the murder of his brother and didn't attend the trial, the brief mention of both is surface-level and could be gathered from a couple of newspaper articles. No doubt, the publisher had to embellish, because the book is otherwise dreadfully unappealing.
The real purpose of this book was to
1. Explain that Mark was not just a weird kid in school. Every FREAK thing he did was actually calculated and orchestrated in order to get him to the Gold, and
2. Excuse every. single. loss. he ever had. And yes, he remembers all of them.
Now let's get to the nitty gritty. This is your warning that I'm about to pull direct quotes from the book. If you consider that a spoiler, now is the time to stop reading.
Mark Schultz belongs on every watch list known to man. This was his "coming out a psychopath" book. Every quality you hate in alpha-men? Multiply it by 10 and you've got yourself Mark Schultz.
No one had it worse than Mark. Wrestling made him face every trial and tribulation known to man. In fact, a direct quote, "I believe there are only three groups of people who have it worse than college wrestlers: the terminally ill, soldiers on the front line, and prisoners on death row."
Can we say tone deaf?? Keep in mind, this man CHOSE wrestling. He CHOSE to compete. He made these CHOICES because he was so incredibly jealous of his brother's success in wrestling. He just had to be better than his brother.
Mark is violent, dirty, rude, calculated, cold, violent, angry, self-centered, a SORE loser, callous, and violent, violent, violent.
"I had determined that I would never again take losing in stride. I wanted to make losing the worst experience possible. I’d hit myself, bang my head against a wall, cry, scream, rip clothes apart, destroy nearby innocent objects, or whatever else I felt like doing."
"and on my way to the competition mat, I sat on those mats and prayed as hard as I could for God to please kill me immediately if I lost. I meant it."
"I consider stabbing myself in the leg or crashing my car on purpose to get out of the tournament."
"I destroyed everything in the room that wasn’t bolted down and with my head smashed a mirror to which I had taped the message 'No prisoners.'"
Are those excerpts not enough to convince you this man needs years of therapy? Well, he's also homicidal. On several occasions, he admits to only winning matches because he was actually, literally trying to kill his opponent. His favorite "sparring partner", Isreal, was his favorite because he was able to fight him with the most amount of violence he could. He admitted to purposefully cutting Isreal with a metal piece sticking out of his helmet because he didn't like Isreal's cornrows rubbing on his skin...
Someone called him from the gym and asked him to come spar and said there were "no rules." Mark's immediate thought?
"If there are no rules, I wondered, would we be trying to kill each other? Is this going to be a fight to the death?" Mark wants blood SO BAD.
Before John was any threat to his brother, Mark blamed John for "throwing" the Olympic game, and actually planned to murder him. "I bought a miniature crossbow and placed a plastic milk jug on a stick and imagined the jug was du Pont’s head. I practiced enough to where I was good at hitting the jug from fifty feet, which I knew was the distance from a group of bushes at his mansion to a person walking up the steps from the driveway." Psychopathic behavior.
Perhaps the most disgusting confession from Mark was revealed after his brother, Dave, had been murdered:
"And I hated myself for thinking this, but I realized that Dave would never break my record for World Championships won."
In the whirlwind of losing his brother, all he could think about was how he was the reigning champion between the two of them and how this will go uncontested. Absolutely revolting.
And do not get me started on how he describes women through the entire book!!! He had nothing to mention about his female colleagues, girlfriends, wives, sister-in-laws other than they were hot hot hot. The descriptions he used made me nauseous. He even went into detail about how hot the minors were that they hired as sort-of-cheerleaders for the wresting team he coached. Not to mention the fact that he did not turn away these minors when they turned up to his house party, but, instead, allowed them to mingle and drink. This guy...
I can't believe someone approved this to be published. I can't believe he convinced not one, but TWO women to marry him. I can't believe I finished this book. If I could give it 0 stars, I would.