Product Description

Sir Jackie Stewart is one of the most highly regarded names in global sport – winner of three F1 World Championships, 27 Grands Prix and ranked in the top five drivers of all time. On retiring from the circuit, he went on to build an equally impressive international business career.

In the 1960s and into the 70s, with his black cap, sideburns and aviator shades Jackie Stewart was an unmistakable icon in a glorious era of style, glamour and speed. On the track, his story is one of drama, excitement, tragedy, controversy, celebrity, danger and massive success.

Beyond the sport his life is a compelling tale of battling against the odds and achieving world-wide recognition as an outstanding sportsman, a role model and a highly accomplished and respected businessman.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #7777 in Books
• Published on: 2009-04-02
• Original language: English
• Binding: Paperback
• 576 pages

Review

'A superb read...This is the story of a man of true national value'

'It includes some of the most compelling prose I have ever read...I didn't want to put it down'

'Powerful'

'A superior sporting memoir'

'Beyond the sport, this is a compelling tale of his battle against the odds and how he achieved worldwide recognition as a sportsman, role model and accomplished and respected businessman'

About the Author
Jackie Stewart was born in Dumbarton. In the early 60s he dominated the British club and European F3 racing scenes and in 1965 he partnered Graham Hill in F1. Teaming up with Ken Tyrrell in 1968 he went on to win three World Championships – 1969, '71 and '73. Since retiring after competing in 99 F1 races, he has built a hugely successful international business career. In 1997, Jackie entered the Stewart Grand Prix Racing team into F1, securing a win at the Nurburgring in September '99. He was awarded an OBE in 1972 and a knighthood in 2001 and is actively involved in numerous charitable trusts.

Customer Reviews

Absorbing read
I expected this book to be a standard motor racing autobiography but it is much more than that. It arguably the best autobiography ever written by a racing driver and I have read most of them. In fact it is a highly absorbing read. And it is, for the most part, a very honest book.
Unusually, for this type of book, Sir Jackie wrote it himself without a ghost writer and it is all the better for that. And it is not only about motor racing it is about life in general with lots of self-help and business advice included. It is also quirky with a chapter on Sir Jackie's dogs that cannot fail to move anyone to tears. Anyone who buys this book - or gets it for Christmas will be totally delighted.

Well-written, but curiously unsatisfying
This autobiography (and, for once, it really was written by the man himself, no ghosting here I think) is a very well written account of John Young Stewart's entire life. By that I mean that we don't just get the racing career. The book includes a long section on how his parents met and set up their garage business (well before Jackie Stewart's birth) Jackie's early life at school (not happy...), his brother's racing career, his early sporting success at clay pigeon shooting, racing, then business, endorsements, testing Ford cars, his family, Rolex, his friends (oh so many... mostly famous), setting up Paul Stewart Racing, Ford, moving into F1 again as Stewart Grand Prix, Rolex, his dogs, his friends, charity work, his son's illness, Ford, his brother's illness, his dog's illness, getting suits cut to fit over a Rolex, his friends, etc etc etc.

So why only three stars for such a chunky and comprehensive book? Well, I'm a petrolhead. Yes, I know, limited horizons perhaps, but I'm guessing that some people buying this book might (as I did) hope for more about the actual racing life, and the time spent within the team and behind the wheel. You notice how the racing career gets a little lost in that list I cobbled together above? Well, that's a little like the way the book comes across too. His racing doesn't really get going before about a quarter of the way into the book, and by half distance he's shown it the black flag and gone on to other things. Even within that section there are curious holes in the narrative. Where did the 1967 season go, for instance? During this year JYS was lumbered with the infamous BRM H16 powerplant, a unit on which his scathing "anchor for a ship" comment has passed into legend. But we get very little about just why it was so bad. This may well be the natural sportsman's attitude that you forget the bad and dwell on the good, but to find yourself slammed straight from 1966 into the front end of 1968 is a narrative car crash of Kubica-at-Montreal proportions. Similarly, 1972 seems to have done a bunk, although we are treated to an absorbing eulogy to Tyrrell 003 (hence, 1971 is quite well taken care of).

But... only once, on page 194, do we really get an idea about what went on in Sir Jackie's mind during a race. And this from one of the most thoughtful racing drivers in the sport's entire history! During his career Stewart drove an amazing variety of machinery, from the light and delicate BRM P261 F1 car of 1965, through the increasingly potent and rapid 3-litre cars (during the nacent slicks-n-wings stage, no less!), to monsters of CanAm. However, somehow we never really get an idea about what it was that lit Jackie's fuse about motor racing, other than the fact that he turned out to be good at it. What comes through is that Jackie Stewart (rightly) regards his driving career as a strictly limited period in his life. Having seen many interviews with the man, and heard him enthuse about motor racing, I really can't understand where all that went when he was writing this tome.

Despite the star rating, I would actually recommend this book, but be aware that this is not a driver's eye view of the glamourous late-60s and early-70s F1 circus, it is a portrait of a man. An acutely observed one, at that. I will stick at only three stars, however, as I can't help but feel that this book is being missold. The dust jacket features a shot of 006/2 (his last F1 car), a chequered flag pattern, and the rear has a moody portrait of JYS in his full-sideburned, early 70s pomp. But, to be honest, it really ought to be emblazoned with Ford, Rolex and Elf logos. He seems to be more in love with these corporations than ever he was with the smell of Castrol. Them and the Mayo Clinic. As his racing career lasted only about a decade, and his subsequent corporate career has spanned nearly four times that length, perhaps the balance is about right. Unfortunately, for me, while the ins and outs of corporate shmoozing, wheeling and dealing obviously push Jackie's buttons, they don't mine. Closing this book for the last time I felt that I had gained a huge understanding of the real Sir Jackie Stewart. Unfortunately, I think I preferred the fantasy. Ah well.

A Superb Autobiography
As a fan of Formula 1 (though not fanatically so) and having lived through the Jackie Stewart era I suggested to my wife that this book would be a nice Christmas present. It duly appeared on the 25th beneath the tree and yesterday I finished reading it. To say I found it a fascinating and absorbing autobiography (and that is what it really is with not a ghost writer in sight) is a gross understatement. Certainly Sir Jackie covers his glory years in F1 in some detail but the book is much more than that. As a statement of belief from a man who has made a great success of his life despite early, and serious, deficiencies it is without parallel. I would recommend the book to any thinking person be they a fan of motor sport or no.