Also ready to be swatted by Mr. Hiaasen are golf-course fashion (“he sported cantaloupe-colored bell-bottoms, which I could only assume had snuck back into style”), gimmicks (he sends away for what’s billed as “golf’s secret weapon” and gets what “looked like a bovine intrauterine device”), advice books (he thinks “How I Play Golf” by Tiger Woods might just as well have been called “In Your Dreams, Sucker”) and professional advice. After consulting with an expert and being made to view video of his own golf swing, Mr. Hiaasen writes that “the effect was that of a vertigo patient, threshing wheat.”
Read the complete review of The Downhill Lie in The New York Times