- Borzoi Book
- Verlag: Knopf, N.Y.
- Seitenzahl: 207
- Erscheinungstermin: Mai 2008
- Abmessung: 196mm x 133mm x 23mm
- Gewicht: 306g
- ISBN-13: 9780307266538
- ISBN-10: 0307266532
- Artikelnr.: 23148077
Scott Mayo, Decatur Daily
[Hiaasen s] insights into the insane lengths a golfer will go to in hopes of a lower score are always entertaining. If you ve been bitten by the golf bug, you ll appreciate every moment of Hiaasen s magnificent obsession. If you haven t, read The Downhill Lie and laugh at those of us who have.
Howard Shirley, Bookpage
[Hiaasen] displays a fine-tuned sense of the absurd. . . . it brims with golf mania.
Janet Maslin, The New York Times
Any golfer on the downward side of middle age will be able to picture himself in the author s soft-spiked shoes. And the foibles and embarrassments, as well as the joys, of casual and tournament golf ring true.
Mark Graham, Rocky Mountain News
Memoir is new territory for him, but Hiaasen is Hiaasen. Fans of his bizarro novels will find his irony and sense of humor remain unaffected on the links.
The Florida Times-Union
a cleverly written, witty and sometimes wistful look at golf, marriage, human nature and life.
Bob D'Angelo, The Tampa Tribune
Golfers in general tend to be self-critical, but Mr. Hiaasen is a self-lacerator. He doesn t curse or throw his clubs, but he sighs a lot and asks existential questions like, Why do we do this? and Why are we out here? He plays the way you imagine Samuel Beckett might have played. He can t go on, but he goes on.
Charles McGrath, New York Times
His analysis of his lessons, hapless rounds and gimmicky golf equipment is hilarious, and his vivid descriptions are vintage Hiaasen . . . With the satirically skilled Hiaasen, who rarely breaks 90 on the links, this narrative is an enjoyable ride.
It has taken Carl Hiaasen to capture the essence of a game that, like the bagpipes and the kilt, was invented by the Irish and given to the Scots as a joke. Carl's dementia is kind of exquisite. He lampoons the most banal aspects of stodgy blue-blooded American country-club life. The simple act of buying a set of clubs gets the full Hiaasen treatment, and the guilt-ridden angst of the triangular love-hate relationship between himself, his drop-dead beautiful Greek wife, and the drop-dead-you-rotten-bastard Scotty Cameron putter she bought him, is alone worth the price of one for yourself and another for Father's Day.