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| The Downhill Lie: A Hacker's Return to a Ruinous Sport | 
enlarge | Author: Carl Hiaasen Publisher: Knopf Category: Book
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Avg. Customer Rating: 48 reviews Sales Rank: 1983
Media: Hardcover Edition: 1 Number Of Items: 1 Pages: 224 Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.6 Dimensions (in): 7.6 x 4.9 x 1
ISBN: 0307266532 Dewey Decimal Number: 796.352092 EAN: 9780307266538 ASIN: 0307266532
Publication Date: May 6, 2008 Availability: Usually ships in 1-2 business days Condition: Bayfront Books carefully selects the books it offers for sale on Amazon, and only includes those that are worthy of another read. While dust jackets may be missing and covers may show some damage, the contents are very readable... even in those books where previous owners had taken considerable notes or highlighting.
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Ever wonder how to retrieve a sunken golf cart from a snake-infested lake? Or which club in your bag is best suited for combat against a horde of rats? If these and other sporting questions are gnawing at you, The Downhill Lie, Carl Hiaasen’s hilarious confessional about returning to the fairways after a thirty-two-year absence, is definitely the book for you.
Originally drawn to the game by his father, Carl wisely quit golfing in 1973, when “Richard Nixon was hunkered down like a meth-crazed badger in the White House, Hank Aaron was one dinger shy of Babe Ruth’s all-time home run record, and The Who had just released Quadrophenia.” But some ambitions refuse to die, and as the years—and memories of shanked 7-irons—faded, it dawned on Carl that there might be one thing in life he could do better in middle age than he could as a youth. So gradually he ventured back to the dreaded driving range, this time as the father of a five-year-old son—and also as a grandfather.
“What possesses a man to return in midlife to a game at which he’d never excelled in his prime, and which in fact had dealt him mostly failure, angst and exasperation? Here’s why I did it: I’m one sick bastard.”
And thus we have Carl’s foray into a world of baffling titanium technology, high-priced golf gurus, bizarre infomercial gimmicks and the mind-bending phenomenon of Tiger Woods; a maddening universe of hooks and slices where Carl ultimately—and foolishly—agrees to compete in a country-club tournament against players who can actually hit the ball. “That’s the secret of the sport’s infernal seduction,” he writes. “It surrenders just enough good shots to let you talk yourself out of quitting.”
Hiaasen’s chronicle of his shaky return to this bedeviling pastime and the ensuing demolition of his self-esteem—culminating with the savage 45-hole tournament—will have you rolling with laughter. Yet the bittersweet memories of playing with his own father and the glow he feels when watching his own young son belt the ball down the fairway will also touch your heart. Forget Tiger, Phil and Ernie. If you want to understand the true lure of golf, turn to Carl Hiaasen, who has written an extraordinary book for the ordinary hacker.
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It Stinks December 4, 2008 I've read every book of Hiaasen's fiction. While he's not the best writer, his stories are entertaining enough. Well, honestly, they have the potential to be good if they weren't all about the environment. His stories are very didactic. At times I feel like I'm reading a manifesto. I'm all about the environment, but seriously, Carl, you are a bit of a broken record.
Having said that I ordered this book expecting it to be fiction. I detest golf and figured it was going to be a story about how awful golf courses are for the environment. No, instead, it's a an incredibly boring book about his experiences golfing. I couldn't read more than a dozen pages. It is excruciatingly dull.
However, I am surprised that someone so gung-ho about the environment would be so into golf, considering the negative impact of golf courses on the environment. The pesticides and fertilizers they use run right into the water sources (about 4 tons of poison per year for an 18 hole course), contaminating them. Not to mention the sheer amount of fresh water that is wasted on keeping the vast acres in perfect shape. The land they use is an incredible waste. They rip down all of the trees, which multiplies the problem with water pollution, destroy the wetlands and waste all of that fresh water so that a few over-privileged people can play a game. They should use that land to build some housing for the 2 million or so people that are homeless in America.
Sorry, Carl, I have to say that this book has shown me that you are a bit of a hypocrite, and I won't be continuing to buy or read any more of your books.
Golf Books Are Like Putts... November 6, 2008 ...The shorter, the better. So says Carl Hiaasen, who has had a lot of success as a novelist, but as he makes clear, his golf skills are nothing to brag about. THE DOWNHILL LIE is a relatively short book; it's an account of his return to golf after having abandoned the sport for three decades. There is a lot that is laugh-out-loud funny in this book, including an incident when his cart rolls into a pond.
Mr. Hiaasen's ambivalence is something every hacker knows, and he articulates why we all keep playing golf in spite of its many frustrations: "It surrenders just enough good shots to let you talk yourself out of quitting."
He describes his bad shots in hilarious detail, as well as his quest to find clubs that make up for his lousy swing. In short, we've all been there, done that -- but Carl Hiaasen makes golf's most maddening moments an enjoyable read.
Hysterical, whether or not you're a golfer... October 31, 2008 1 out of 1 found this review helpful
If you are looking for a great Christmas present for the golfers on your list, The Downhill Lie: A Hacker's Return to a Ruinous Sport by Carl Hiaasen is the perfect gift. Hiaasen takes the same skills he uses to write his zany mysteries to produce this hysterical look at his return to golfing after a 30-year hiatus.
Carl Hiaasen's dad was a fairly good golfer, and he taught the sport to his son. But unlike dad, Carl was pretty much a duffer. "At my best, I'd shown occasional flashes of competence. At my worst, I'd been a menace to all carbon-based life-forms on the golf course." As a young adult, he decided to stop torturing himself and gave up playing. But 32 years later, his friends convince him to pick up some clubs and start playing again. Hiaasen also has a secret desire to become a better golfer in his 50s than he was in his youth. He decides to keep a journal along the way. What results is a truly funny look at not just golf, but getting older and our physical shortcomings.
Hiaasen takes lessons and then takes more lessons. He starts with a used set of clubs, and then purchases new ones. He also keeps buying putters and drivers. When one starts failing him, he ditches the offender in his locker and gets something new. He has a Ping putter that "has so many peculiar curves and sharp angles that it's impossible to get it clean with a golf towel. I need to take the blasted thing to a car wash and have it detailed." The author also purchases almost every item offered to help golfers improve their game (none of them work) and reads dozens and dozens of golf magazines and books (they don't help much, either).
Hiaasen's golf swing is entertaining by itself. He calls himself "a male Sybil in spikes" and compares his swing to an "ax murderer." But there is so much more to laugh at. At one course, he manages to sink his golf cart (he claims the brakes were faulty). At home, he uses one of his clubs to kill rats. And when his wife decides to take lessons, she wants to wear flip-flips so that she doesn't get a tan line on her ankles. The Downhill Lie really had me chuckling. When he finds out that Donald Trump can drive a golf ball 310 yards, Hiaasen comforted himself "with a petty vision of the cocksure billionaire trying to tee off in 25-knot gusts, his famously surreal hair torqued into cotton candy."
There is also a little of the environmental activist that we see in his mysteries. "Golf was not meant to be played in the shadow of a high-rise; that high rises don't belong on the banks of an estuary; and that whoever is responsible for such abominations should be pounded to a permanently infertile condition with a 60-degree lob wedge."
Whether or not you play golf, The Downhill Lie is a fun read--especially if you are a Hiaasen fan.
nostalgia October 11, 2008 Hiassen's recollections of golf with his father and golf with his young son struck a nostalgic chord. It seems that he knew he was being a real pain sometimes with his dad but at this point he cherishes the memory of Sundays playing golf with dad--- and then he enjoys watching his own son learn the game. It brought a lump to my throat. This book brought a number of audible chuckles too, particularily his purchase of all those weird golf "aids" that we always see in the back of golf magazines. Play on!
The Downhill Lie September 25, 2008 Carl Hiaasen shines a relentlessly humorous light on the agonies and the ecstasies that are well known to all amateur golfers. A must read for golfing adicts.
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