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An Autobiography
Andre Agassi
HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd. 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
First published in the USA in 2009 by Alfred A. Knopf
This edition published in 2009 by HarperCollinsPublishers
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Andre Agassi asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work
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Source ISBN: 9780007281428
Ebook Edition © NOVEMBER 2009 ISBN: 9780007346301
Version: 2018-07-11
For Stefanie, Jaden, and Jaz
One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us, seems to bury us, but still one feels certain barriers, certain gates, certain walls. Is all this imagination, fantasy? I do not think so. And then one asks: My God! Is it for long, is it for ever, is it for eternity? Do you know what frees one from this captivity? It is very deep serious affection. Being friends, being brothers, love, that is what opens the prison by supreme power, by some magic force.
—Vincent van Gogh, letter to his brother, July 1880
Contents
Dedication
Epigraph
I OPEN MY EYES and don’t know where I am or who I am. Not all that unusual—I’ve spent half my life not knowing. Still, this feels different. This confusion is more frightening. More total.
I look up. I’m lying on the floor beside the bed. I remember now. I