Sorry it took so long. This is just my opinion, which as a fan of wrestling and Chris Benoit may be a bit biased.
In Ring Of Hell, author Matthew Randazzo V does his best to take us through the life of Chris Benoit beginning with his starting point with Stu Hart and the rest of the Hart clan until the double murder and suicide of Benoit's wife Nancy and son Daniel. While Randazzo tries to get into the mind of Chris Benoit, certain aspects (such as Benoit's respect for locker room etiquette) seem to be placed in the category of “unstable mental characteristics” for no reason other than to paint Benoit as a madman (as if his actions that fateful weekend weren't enough).
In recent interviews Randazzo has claimed to be a lifelong wrestling fan. However, if one hasn't heard or read these interviews they would assume that he was the Jack Thompson of wrestling, a lawyer who sees no redeeming qualities at all in the business and who's fans are all mentally stunted rednecks, who seemed to have stepped out of the movie Deliverance. This is a small complaint, but seeing as he needed to be unbiased in telling the Benoit story, his removal of the mark in him is understandable. Then again, by (even unknowingly) belittling the fans of the sport, it tends to put the readers on the defensive against someone who seems to be an elitist who feels that they are better than you by virtue.
As I mentioned earlier, Randazzo spends quite a bit of ink using Benoit's work ethic and respect for the business against him. Perhaps, Benoit was his own worst critic and unduly punished himself with Hindu Squats for what he saw as mistakes he made in a match which went unnoticed by most fans. However, for someone who looks at their job as an art form (which wrestling truly is), even the smallest mistake is enough to flaw the entire wok in their eyes. If a painter whitewashes an entire canvas because a stone on building looks wrong to him, he is considered a master, dedicated to his craft. If you are Chris Benoit, apparently you have the tell-tale signs of a serial killer. Another reason that this bothers me is the fact that inside the ring, you trust your opponent to protect you from serious harm. One slip up, no matter how small, can leave a person paralyzed or worse. To a consummate professional like Chris Benoit, protecting you opponent was paramount to everything, including his own well being. Now, that might have been a contributing factor to some of the multiple concussions he took, but you can't place blame on protecting his opponents in the ring and respecting the sport that men and women have sacrificed blood sweat and tears for, for the murders. That's like blaming Henry Cavendish (the man who discovered hydrogen gas) for the Hindenburg disaster.
Before it seems like I'm burying the book, let me take a few moments to give credit to some of the work that I did find particularly well done. First, I enjoyed the background into the Calgary wrestling era. There is such a myth about the greatness of the Hart's and in particular, Stu's Dungeon, that it was refreshing to see their real lives (not to mention Bret's attitude about having to be considered the best ever) being brought to light. Also, the section about Japan was well done, from the description of the training to the Japanese Mafia's influence was another nice touch. Although, from what I understand, Puerto Rico is just as bad with organized crime ties so maybe it should have been given a mention. Even though Benoit hadn't spent much time there (if any at all), there was the murder of Bruiser Brody which did go unpunished, even after getting the murderer.
I'm really torn on this book. One part of me thinks it's just a hit piece on pro wrestling and it's fans, yet the other half of me thinks that it was a book designed to trace the gradual mental breakdown of a murderer who happened to be a world famous athlete.
One thing it does though, it reminds me that, although murders and crimes happen in every sport or form of entertainment, wrestling is the one form of both that is looked at as the bottom of the barrel in terms of athletics, entertainment and fans, which is the absolute worst possible outcome that a book by a “professed” fan should do.
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