Novelist Carl Hiaasen's golf recollections don't include any fond memories of hard-won tournament victories or 18th-hole eagles. Instead, he is forced to look back on the strategic problems of retrieving a sunken golf cart from a snake-infest lake or the ignominy of spending shot after shot in the same sand trap. Yet despite these persistent setbacks, the Florida writer actually returned to the sport decades after wisely abandoning it. Was it sheer masochism or perhaps visionary self-deception? Hiaasen's The Downhill Lie might not answer the question, but it does keep you laughing. An uproarious treat for every duffer who wishes he could be Tiger Woods.