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Biography & Autobiography.
Sports & Recreations.
Nonfiction.
Humor (Nonfiction.)
HTML:Originally drawn to the game by his father, Carl Hiaasen wisely quit golfing in 1973. But some ambitions refuse to die, and as the years??and 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 son??and also as a grandfather.
??What possesses a man to return in midlife to a game at which he??d never excelled in his prime, and which in fact had dealt him mostly failure, angst and exasperation? Here??s why I did it: I??m one sick bastard.? And thus we have Carl??s 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 ultimately??and foolishly??agrees to compete in a country-club tournament against players who can actually hit the ball. ??That??s the secret of the sport??s infernal seduction,? he writes. ??It surrenders just enough good shots to let you talk yourself out of quitting.?
Hiaasen??s chronicle of his shaky return to this bedeviling pastime and the ensuing demolition of his self-esteem??culminating with the savage 45-hole tournament??will 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 o… (más)
If you're considering this book because you like Hiaasen or think he's funny, you must also like golf -- or at least know something about it. If there's any humor here, it's well hidden behind or beneath golf. I read every word, looking for humor, and all I found was golf. This book has a very specific audience: golfers. Golf. Golf-golf-golf. No, it doesn't get any funnier the more you say it.
This was an amusing look at a newly-returned-to-the-sport, middle-aged golfer in Florida. Since I don't golf it was less informative than it might be to others, but still very entertaining. I got a little education about golf and the Florida links, and chuckled along the way. ( )
I love Hiaasen's sense of humor. He makes even a potentially dry subject like golf laugh-out-loud hilarious. Written partly as a journal as his own golf come-back and partly as an expose on amateur golf in general, I really enjoyed this book and devoured it in less than a day. ( )
Biography & Autobiography.
Sports & Recreations.
Nonfiction.
Humor (Nonfiction.)
HTML:Originally drawn to the game by his father, Carl Hiaasen wisely quit golfing in 1973. But some ambitions refuse to die, and as the years??and 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 son??and also as a grandfather.
??What possesses a man to return in midlife to a game at which he??d never excelled in his prime, and which in fact had dealt him mostly failure, angst and exasperation? Here??s why I did it: I??m one sick bastard.? And thus we have Carl??s 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 ultimately??and foolishly??agrees to compete in a country-club tournament against players who can actually hit the ball. ??That??s the secret of the sport??s infernal seduction,? he writes. ??It surrenders just enough good shots to let you talk yourself out of quitting.?
Hiaasen??s chronicle of his shaky return to this bedeviling pastime and the ensuing demolition of his self-esteem??culminating with the savage 45-hole tournament??will 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 o
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