From Publishers Weekly
Known more for his novels of the macabre, Coyne moves onto the links and comes up with a terrific blend of golfing lore, PGA tournament drama and country club soap opera. It's 1946, and Jack Handley is a 14-year-old caddy at a posh country club near Chicago. He loves the game, and his mother needs the money. When Ben Hogan shows up one day to play a practice round before the Open, Jack caddies for Hogan and for Jack's pal, assistant pro Matt Richardson, as the two men play a not-very-friendly round. Coyne's descriptions of the strained practice round and the gripping first day of the Chicago Open are masterful sports fiction, with Jack reliving every drive, chip and putt, adding savvy golf tips and caddy tricks. Add in Jack's entanglement in Matt's secret romance with the daughter of the club's rich and powerful president, and anecdotes of other legendary players (like Jimmy Demaret, Gene Sarazen and Lefty Stackhouse), and the results rank with James Dodson's nonfiction, and John Corrigan's PGA golf mysteries.
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From Booklist
When golf novelists reach for profundity, they invariably trot out either God or Ben Hogan. Often, there is little distinction between the two, with Hogan dispensing wisdom in godlike fashion. Coyne builds his novel around the revered Hogan, too, but he loses the fantasy element. The frame story has an author speaking to a gathering of country-club members in Chicago about his experiences caddying for Ben Hogan in 1946, when the Chicago Open was held at the club. His tale involves a talented assistant pro, whose romance with the daughter of the club president threatens his chance to compete against Hogan. Our narrator caddies for Hogan in a practice round and then finds himself forced to choose between a job with the great man and his loyalty to the assistant pro. The interpersonal story line descends quickly into melodrama, but Coyne nails the golf scenes. Whether describing Hogan's surgeonlike style, or relaying the shot-by-shot drama of a match, he never makes a bad swing--no sloppy metaphors, no wrong-club howlers, only precise prose in service to that most precise of athletic motions, the golf swing.
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