Bamberger, Michael. To the Linkland: A Golfing Adventure. New York: Viking 1992. Print.
I think the man liked my wife. He kept saying to her, "If you want to eat, eat now. No food till we get to Port Bou."
Description:
Linksland is the old Scottish word for the earth at the edge of the sea -- tumbling, duney, sandy, covered by beach grasses. When the light hits it, and the breeze sweeps over it, you get every shade of green and brown, and always, in the distance, is the water. The land was long considered worthless, except to the shepherds and their sheed and the rabbits, and to the early golfers.
I wanted to lead the life of the professional amateur, the man who earns a living wage, and not more, for being around the thing that consumes him, the thing that fascinated him, the thing that he loves.
Scotland was the homeland: the place where the game took root centuries ago...the place where the game breathed free....Scotland was a place where the crunching sound of cleats against the brick floor of a clubhouse served as an invitation to play nine more, starting in the long, late dusk and holing final putts by the light of the moon.
When you play as well as you can, and it's not enough, there's not much to be disappointed about. You've done all you can do.
Peter chooses to ride the cheap, rickety caddy bus (the only player to do so) to each tour destination to save small amounts of money. His clothes are off-the-shelf, his game unpredictable, yet tantalizingly close to making him a top ten tour player. His outlook is almost always optimistic.
Story after story, beautifully written, follow as the pair experience the Tour and talk about players like Faldo, Ballesteros, Nicklaus, Player, Palmer, and Watson, along with fellow obscure competitors pursuing the same goals: play well, survive, go on to the next tournament.
In the second half of the book, Bamberger outlines, after foregoing caddying, his personal quest for improvement in his game.
It is the promise of improvement that makes golf captivating...In golf, in so many ways a bodiless game, the results are wholly tangible. How many whacks. Each player must decide for himself if he is improving....I wanted to search for the primal heart of golf.
I had rekindled all the feelings of excitement for the game I had know as a school boy. All the clutter that impedes the game in the United States -- the golf carts, the expensiveness, the slowness, the social trappings -- vanished from mind and memory. Through Stark, I had discovered real golf, and I was a happy man.
Author Bamberger profiles three non-professional golfers he meets, including a girl from Nepal who grew up living in a golf course equipment shed and learned to play using a tree branch). They talk about their love for the game and the challenges they have and will face to get onto a course.