Originally drawn to the game by his father, Carl Hiaasen wisely quit golfing in 1973. But some ambitions refuse to die, and as the yearsâand memories of shanked 7-irons faded, it dawned on Carl that there might be one thing in life he could do better in middle age than he could as a youth. So gradually he ventured back to the dreaded driving range, this time as the father of a five-year-old sonâand also as a grandfather.
âWhat possesses a man to return in midlife to a game at which heâd never excelled in his prime, and which in fact had dealt him mostly failure, angst and exasperation? Hereâs why I did it: Iâm one sick bastard.â And thus we have Carlâs foray into a world of baffling titanium technology, high-priced golf gurus, bizarre infomercial gimmicks and the mind-bending phenomenon of Tiger Woods; a maddening universe of hooks and slices where Carl ultimatelyâand foolishlyâagrees to compete in a country-club tournament against players who can actually hit the ball. âThatâs the secret of the sportâs infernal seduction,â he writes. âIt surrenders just enough good shots to let you talk yourself out of quitting.â
Hiaasenâs chronicle of his shaky return to this bedeviling pastime and the ensuing demolition of his self-esteemâculminating with the savage 45-hole tournamentâwill have you rolling with laughter. Yet the bittersweet memories of playing with his own father and the glow he feels when watching his own young son belt the ball down the fairway will also touch your heart. Forget Tiger, Phil and Ernie. If you want to understand the true lure of golf, turn to Carl Hiaasen, who offers an extraordinary book for the ordinary hacker.
BONUS: This edition includes an excerpt from Carl Hiaasen's Bad Monkey.
Originally drawn to the game by his father, Carl Hiaasen wisely quit golfing in 1973. But some ambitions refuse to die, and as the yearsâand memories of shanked 7-irons faded, it dawned on Carl that there might be one thing in life he could do better in middle age than he could as a youth. So gradually he ventured back to the dreaded driving range, this time as the father of a five-year-old sonâand also as a grandfather.
âWhat possesses a man to return in midlife to a game at which heâd never excelled in his prime, and which in fact had dealt him mostly failure, angst and exasperation? Hereâs why I did it: Iâm one sick bastard.â And thus we have Carlâs foray into a world of baffling titanium technology, high-priced golf gurus, bizarre infomercial gimmicks and the mind-bending phenomenon of Tiger Woods; a maddening universe of hooks and slices where Carl ultimatelyâand foolishlyâagrees to compete in a country-club tournament against players who can actually hit the ball. âThatâs the secret of the sportâs infernal seduction,â he writes. âIt surrenders just enough good shots to let you talk yourself out of quitting.â
Hiaasenâs chronicle of his shaky return to this bedeviling pastime and the ensuing demolition of his self-esteemâculminating with the savage 45-hole tournamentâwill have you rolling with laughter. Yet the bittersweet memories of playing with his own father and the glow he feels when watching his own young son belt the ball down the fairway will also touch your heart. Forget Tiger, Phil and Ernie. If you want to understand the true lure of golf, turn to Carl Hiaasen, who offers an extraordinary book for the ordinary hacker.
BONUS: This edition includes an excerpt from Carl Hiaasen's Bad Monkey.