I am just reading this great book. I have not finished it yet, only 100 pages remaining. It is sometimes so funny, once or twice I had to laugh out loud in the subway while reading :-)
I have never played Golf before except two times on a driving range. Golf doesn´t count as sport for me. But I was surprised how many muscles you use to hit this little ball down to your feet. I almost hurt myself with the golf club and had a huge muscle soreness the next day. This sport isn´t for me at all, my hand to eye coordination is not the best. But maybe I will try my luck again on the driving range some day.
Gary Irvine is pretty happy. Only two things would improve his life - children and a lower golf handicap. Both are unlikely. The former because Gary's wife Pauline is intent on leaving him as soon as she's snared Findlay Masterson, the self-made carpet millionaire she's sleeping with ...and the latter because, frankly, Gary is an appalling golfer. Then Gary gets smashed on the head by a golf ball and knocked into a coma. He wakes to find that he's developed Kluver-Bucy - a rare neurological condition that results in, amongst other things, bouts of public masturbation and Tourette's syndrome. On the plus side, he now has the perfect golf swing. He wins the club championship. He breaks the course record. He qualifies for the Open. The fucking Open. But Pauline and Masterson have hit upon a plan to avoid a ruinously expensive divorce. Findlay asks Ranta Campbell, an old friend and terrifying local crime overlord, to take care of it. Ranta's son Alec figures a way to clear a business debt - he subcontracts the hit out to Gary's hapless brother Lee who, after a botched drug deal, owes Ranta big time.
Both brothers stumble into uncharted territory - Lee towards the premeditated murder of an innocent woman, and Gary teeing up with his golfing hero, the world number one player, in the final stages of the Open Championship.
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