Trevor Dukinfield is a failing journalist who suddenly receives a letter informing him that he has inherited a golf course. There are, however, a couple of game-related stipulations attached to this good fortune, and apart from a round of crazy golf, Trevor has never played before in his life.
I would love to recommend this book to my golfing friends but I am reluctant to do so as I once recommended a restaurant to friends and the wife finished up in hospital with food poisoning. But speaking for myself, I absolutely loved it and uncharacteristically read it from cover to cover in three sittings. It is humorous and highly improbably but hard to stop reading once you start. I have long been an admirer of author Vernon Coleman who is a highly imaginative writer who comes up with some great plot ideas and I have to say that he has done it again in this case.
As an ex golfer (too old now) this did not ring true. I have never played with so much attention devoted to the rules. The game is the game and add should never take second place to such slavish rule adoration which is an arbitration of the great game