I remember one day I walked to the common area of my dorm, and I saw my friends watching The Masters. I'd barely ever thought about golf, and I'd never seen any of them watch it before. When I asked them why they were watching a golf tournament, all they said was "it's The Masters." It's hard to express just what that means for a very specific subset of the world, and the grip that the absolute top end of golf has (a quarter of British golfers said they would divorce their wives to play there once), but "A Good Walk Spoiled" is probably the closest anyone has ever come to explaining it.
"A Good Walk Spoiled" is about a year on the professional golf circuit in the nineties. Unlike most sports histories, this one focuses on the also-rans. Players you mostly haven't heard of compete for fame and fortune or just to make enough money to keep going. They come close to greatness but don't always make it, often losing in devastating ways. If there is any thesis to this book, it is that golf is an overwhelmingly mental game. The things that are routine suddenly become impossible under enormous amounts of pressure. Slight lapses in judgment can be incredibly costly. And so the book progresses, walking the narrow line between absolute heartbreak and triumph.
I sometimes think people are too quick to dismiss niche nonfiction if they aren't interested in the subject matter. It's an incredibly hard sell for anyone who doesn't already like golf. But within it, the stories are fundamentally human. The fear of failure, of being at the top but slowly getting passed by, or overthinking everything, its all so real, and "A Good Walk Spoiled" does it better than almost any work of fiction I've ever read. There's a discussion of race and privilege that is both sensitive and well thought out (the book was written almost immediately prior to Tiger Woods hitting it big, though it does reference him in passing). I think there's more willingness to branch out in other media, like those hourlong videos about obscure video games on YouTube, but it feels like literature lags behind in that respect. I wonder how many people out there dismiss this book without a second thought, but would love it if the player names were fictionalized and they were playing some made-up sci-fi/fantasy sport (I've heard enough people try and convince me that Quidditch is actually a well designed sport, really, to last a lifetime, so the bar seems low). I know I would have if not for my dad getting me a copy.
Having read it, I still don't want to watch professional golf, and I don't even want to play it myself all that much. But I'll watch The Masters. And I'll highly recommend "A Good Walk Spoiled."