Review: A novel about a Golf God is sheer genius...
Rating: 5 out of 5
Date: 04 23, 2014
IN EXCHANGE FOR AN HONEST AND FAIR REVIEWTo write a novel about a Golf God is sheer genius, in my opinion.Swisher’s take on a sport often portrayed as too complex for a non-golfer to possibly comprehend, exposes it as anything but. Satyrical, inoffensive, it’s an hilarious read, poking at the foibles of golfers in their particular addiction.And with all the things I have learned about the history of golfing, Paganica for one, my British and American history books will have to go right out the window.Swisher has forever shredded the mystic surrounding the whole game.But an actual golfer will get even more laughs than I have from this irreverent swipe at the ethereal shroud covering the multi-million dollar sport, golf.So the Golf God is eating and drinking Shanks out of house and home. He’s a beer-swilling, chip-munching, bathroom-hogging Golf God, if ever there was one.And I now know enough about golf, to bluster my way through a five minute conversation with a pro., and to perhaps go out and invest in a putter and a bucket of balls.