From whom but Updike could we expect to read a book of essays on golf that encompasses a diverse range of figures such as Herodotus, Artemis, Florence Nightingale, George Eliot, Dante, and Rabbit Angstrom? It's truly a remarkable collection. The Diker vividly describes a northeastern golfer lamenting the winter weather that disrupts his golf addiction. He says, "(Golf dreams) steal upon the sleeping mind while winter steals upon the landscape, sealing the inviting cups beneath sheets of ice, cloaking the contours of the fairway in snow."
One of his fictional Scottish caddies, after an exceptionally smooth swing, exclaims to him, "Oh, bravely struck, sir." With this sentence, my imagination conjures up a delightful scene of a happy threesome: Updike, Cheever, and P.G. Wodehouse making their way down the last long fairway, their heavy bags securely strapped to their youthful shoulders. It's a charming and idyllic image that adds to the allure of Updike's exploration of golf and its many connections.