Jimmy White is one of the most well-known and well-loved snooker players in history, and he’s perhaps the most talented player who never managed to win the World Championship. Although he’s still playing and still giving it a good go even today at the age of 60.
White has always been known for being a bit of a bad boy, and this book is kind of a tell-all where he goes into all of that and tells us about a lot of the mischief he got up to. He was a heavy drinker and a cocaine addict before cleaning up, and that’s pretty much the main reason why he never won the biggest tournament that snooker has to offer.
The writing here is very basic and workmanlike, but in many ways, that makes it feel more like it’s being told in White’s own voice. I also thought it was interesting that he flat out acknowledges his ghost writer in the introduction and even allows him to thank his friends and family for their support, even though there’s no mention of the ghostwriter on the cover. It’s kind of unusual because of that.
Honestly, I don’t have too much to say about this one. It’s an okay read if you’re into snooker, but even then, it’s not exactly worth going out of your way for it. I only picked it up because I happened to spot it at the book exchange at my local Morrisons, and I think it’s just that kind of book. Grab it if you see it, don’t if you don’t.
It probably didn’t help that White was at his prime before my time, and so I’m more of a Ronnie O’Sullivan fan. I’m glad I read this because I love snooker, but I can think of a dozen players who I’d be more interested in reading an autobiography from. Plus it’s kind of boring to read about someone getting hammered all the time when you’ve quit drinking for good.