Golf Sports Fiction

Hailed as a classic when it first appeared in 1972, Michael Murphy's novel combines an amiable Zen mysticism with what many consider the very mystical - and sometimes downright frustrating - sport of golf. At its center is the charming guru of the Scottish links, Shivas Irons, whose instruction is as pertinent in life as it is on the course. After a long wait, this shamanic golf pro reappeared for the follow-up novel, The Kingdom of Shivas Irons.

Golf is for rich, pretentious jerks who need something to do while they gossip. That’s always been my opinion. So when my best friend lands me an interview with Miles Day—the youngest golfer to ever win the Masters—I almost say no. But the six-figure salary attached to the position is too good to pass up. Miles gives me the job as his assistant with one caveat—don’t fall in love with him. Easy. So easy that I laugh in his face when he so much as suggests the possibility. Except… the more time I spend with Miles, the harder it is to resist his charming smile and glittering green eyes.

Winter left Orchid City six years ago with a broken heart and never once looked back. She put it all in the past and was living the life she always dreamed she'd have. Yet, she was still haunted by those stormy blue eyes. When her parents leave their estate in Winter's name, she has no choice but to return home. And she finds herself face to face with the very person who broke her heart many years ago.

Seven years ago, my soulmate got married—to someone else. Fraser Farmer broke me, made me incapable of loving again. Seven years later, he's back, whispering, "I love you." He's gorgeous, magnetic, successful, and an athlete at the peak of his game. But behind his picture-perfect life and family lies a precarious path of deceit and anguish and a vicious sports agent on the warpath to destroy him. He's a prisoner in his own life, held captive. He still belongs to someone else. Can I help set him free? Can he be the one to uncage and heal my dying heart?

Golf is a pastime and for our renaissance man he likes to question what is happening. It’s about his life on and off the green largely spent with his buddies. With humor we partake in his day to day experiences watching him comment with an inquisitive nature about virtually everything. Golf gives his office life color and allows him the break to address certain experiences that we all face from time to time. This golfer funnily enough could be you or me and may cause those who play the game to have a quite chuckle.

The Kingdom of Shivas Irons is the enchanting story of Murphy's return to Scotland to investigate reports of further visitations by Shivas Irons and to answer questions about him and MacDuff that have haunted Murphy since his original trip to Burningbush some 31 years before. Murphy and his companion, Buck Hannigan, a skeptical physicist fascinated by Shivas's connections to metanormal events, embark on a magical quest for Irons and MacDuff - and their wisdom about golf and human potential.

Sex. Money. International terrorism. And, of course, the ultimate question- Can a compact backswing save the world? A clubhouseful of acclaimed authors pass the baton (or at least the six-iron) to creat an ensemble tour de force of suspense, romance, and hilarity on the links. Golf is not a team sport. But who says fiction can't be? Get ready....

Alle, für die der Begriff "Putten" keinen dicklichen Engel beschreibt, und für die sich ein "Flight" nicht auf den nächsten Sommerurlaub bezieht, sind wohl oder übel der grandiosen Leidenschaft des Golfen verfallen. Evelyn Roll erschließt nicht nur diesen erfahrenen Spielern die wundersame Welt des Golfen, sondern auch denen, die die Platzreife soeben erst erlangt haben. Ihre Fähigkeit, die Komik der manchmal so sonderbaren Glitzerwelt zwischen Abschlag und Schampus zu erkennen, bringt uns nicht nur einmal zum schmunzeln.

An avid golfer with a demanding career in the greeting card business, Mike Keiser found a new calling on the authentic links courses of Scotland and Ireland. Seized by the beauty of the landscape and the holes running through it, he determined this was how golf was meant to be: inclusive, not private; played on foot, not riding a cart; the courses natural, neither lavish nor contrived. Vowing to transplant this experience to the States, Keiser entered the golf business and, ignoring the advice of experts, built a true links course in Oregon.