Kleenex time.
The news just keeps getting better for surf fans. Days after the World Surf League announced that Owen Wright, ruthlessly axed from the Championship Tour just last year, would make a grand and glorious return as a wildcard at Bells Beach in order to announce his retirement.
“After my traumatic brain injury in 2015, my desire to prove to myself and the world that I could still be great and overcome this life-threatening incident inspired my recovery,” the blonde thirty-three-year-old said in a WSL statement. “Given my recent history with head injuries and concussions, competing at some of the heaviest waves on the planet is no longer in the best interest of my long-term health.I excelled in these conditions over my career, but the risks associated with this type of surfing are too significant for someone in my position, given my medical history.”
Not a dry eye in the house and certain to be much weeping and sobbing up and down those iconic Bells’ stairs.
As if not wonderful enough, though, it has just been announced that Wright is set to release a memoir titled Against the Water described as “the gut-wrenching, heroic story of how one of Australia’s finest surfers overcame brain injury and despair to win an Olympic medal.”

Per the press release:
Against the Water carries the reader back to Wright’s boyhood in the tiny New South Wales South Coast town of Culburra, where his father, Rob, determined to raise champions, turned family life into a kind of boot camp. While eccentric, the father’s methods bore fruit: the Wrights of Culburra would become Australian surfing royalty. Wright’s story lays bare the complex relationship with his father – the adoration, the fight for independence, the fallings out, the reconciliations, the poignant denouement. It also captures Wright’s life-altering love for Kita Alexander, the beautiful songstress who abandoned a blooming career to help nurse a broken man she’d known for a few short months back to health.
Told in a spare, intimate style, Against the Water is the moving account of an athlete who refused to accept that his best days were behind him. Owen stopped at nothing not only to rebuild his identity but to construct a better one – he’s now a husband, father, dutiful son and an Olympic medallist in a sport whose spirit courses through his veins. Against the Water also raises fundamental questions around family and competition. What, ultimately, is our duty to our children? At what point does bravery become folly? How much should we sacrifice for the sake of another? Once read, Wright’s story will not be forgotten.
What do you think re. the question about duty to children? Also, the one about bravery and folly?
It does not appear that Wright used a ghostwriter making the spare, intimate style all the more impressive.
Sleepless nights until the drop.
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*slow clap*
I did get your sarcasm just wanted to make the point I guess. Yeah what about all those with full on TBI issues who really do have to learn to walk and talk again? Is he taking the piss or what! Wants to be an advocate for those people – yeah wright!
I’ll read it the second I get thu all the Beachgrit podcasts.
So on my to do list!
The real back story: It wasn’t easy travelling up and down the East coast of Australia to surf comps in a van covered in marketing slogans for the family business. “Your family’s business is our family business. Shit’s about to go down. If it weren’t for us, you’d have no place to go. Our plumbers are pipe specialists and we know our shit. Number 1 AND number 2 in the business”. Free advertising and jobs on on the side.
Lol
Extremely disappointed in the title. So many missed opportunities.
Wright-O Mate
Looking Wright, Gowen’ Left
Wright Beneath The Surface
Owen Isn’t All Wright
Owen Nuthin’
Owen It All To The Cut
I’ll see myself out.
Cocaine + surfing was already taken!
Owen the Effluentzer
Wildcards: a birthWright
Superb!
You will be waiting a very long time – forever in fact! As per usual for that family, that stuff about learning to walk and talk is just more Wrightwash. Didn’t happen but makes for a good story.
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you better think twice about leavin him in vegas…
Please put down the violin and call the wahbulance
don’t delay call Papa John Creech’s daughter…post-it sticker on back says punch me
Who is going to play the 8 ball of coke
Not exactly “busting down the door ” content in Owens book , what has he done interesting ? Ever ? Apart from the head injury stuff which I’m sure will be riveting…
Maybe his real estate portfolio?
It most probably reads better than one by ” Stomper ” , moved to Margaret River ripped of the local surfing community ..the end.
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Listened to the Chas and Dave’s podcast yesterday. Started with advertising from BHP and Bendigo Bank. Two others I can’t remember but had a good chuckle
Cannot actually believe that the link didn’t go to Welcome to Paradise.
This need to reveal and share intimate info with anonymous ppl runs in his family. It used to be a uniquely American thing. Now everything’s globalized and homogenized.
milk cartons delivered to your doorstep every morning…chapelle…https://youtu.be/hLOw_SzkRQ8
“See” for yourself ghost reader and let us know…
It’s hip. All the kids are doing it these days.
Illustrated version
Owen’s story, as ghost written by Jen See.
“I hit the reef and all I saw was black. Like, totally black. I knew right away I was concussed, yes. Would I ever surf competitively again? IDK!”
Owen’s story, as ghost written by JP.
“A year in tour is a bit like running a marathon. Over hill and dale, through ravines and babbling brooks. There’s agony there, and ecstasy too. Ecstasy like winning a quinella when you’ve just spent the last of your paycheque on lesson planning supplies for the wee daft cunts in your classroom, those simpering little dosses who wouldn’t know an active sentence if it leaped up and punched them in their throat. I hate them. I hate them all. Now, what was I talking about again? Oh aye, cocaine. Hell of a drug.”
Owen’s story, as ghost written by JPChazzMMC.
(Many many many re-edits later)
“Afta teechin sum beeooteeful Jinglish*, Id a few drams n wen for a jog in the misty hils, til I slipt n fel doon climin ova a stoan wal, bumpd me hed n got nocked oot, then wroat aboot quitin. Och aye.”
*Jock English