Driving Myself Crazy: Misadventures of a Novice Golfer

by Jessica Maxwell

Book Overview

Adventure writer Jessica Maxwell loves a challenge and decided to tackle golf the way she had tackled skiing and fly-fishing, two demanding sports she took up in her early thirties after a life as a confirmed "non-jockette." Surely golf couldn't be that much more difficult?could it?

In this irreverent memoir we have a front-row seat as Jessica struggles to learn golf's etiquette, traditions, and complex rules--from her first comical attempts...

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0553379909
• ISBN13: 9780553379907
• Release Date: February 2001
• Publisher: Bantam
• Length: 240 Pages
• Weight: 0.50 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.8" x 5.5" x 8.3"

Customer Reviews

Best Book I have read in a long time!

This is my first experience reading Jessica Maxwell and I bought the book because I am beginning to learn the agony of golf. Not only does Ms Maxwell impart sound golf information, her imagery is superbly colorful, evoking a myriad of hysterically hilarious visions that both non-golfers and golfers alike will thoroughly enjoy. The interweaving of the "Mystery Man" keeps readers turning pages long after their night lights should be out. Even if you are not the least bit interested in golf, you should read this book. You will not be sorry you did.

A Great Read - for 18 Holes

For a throughly fresh perspecitve on golf - (a game that has already driven many a player to the brink of losing sanity), Driving Myself Crazy is a must read. Jessica Maxwell masterfully takes the reader along on a most enjoyable trip from South Carolina to Scotland and numerous points in between, in her mission to learn to play the game. As she seeks to find consistency in a game filled with inconsistencies, Maxwell encounters a number of golf professionals, including the legendary Nancy Lopez, who share an interminable array of swing techniques and sage advice with the determined novice. The recounting of her travels and travails along the way are both hilarious and brilliantly unique. Most readers who have played the game will easily identify with Maxwell's humorous golfing faux pas and experiences - humbly reminded of their own frustrations and triumphs while learning the game. Readers will find a new appreciation for the game and it's rich history from Maxwell's visit to St. Andrews. Her beautifully detailed description of golf course scenery and wildlife that all too often go unnoticed by players of more experience open our eyes to the fact that any round of golf - regardless of score, can be more enjoyable if we stop to smell the grass clippings along the way.

Beginner's Mind Is Its Own Nirvanna

Driving Myself Crazy is a quick read, even for a male reader like me; it scurries along like a topped tee shot, a hole in one that ricochet's off one rich golf truth after another. The book is supposed to be nonfiction; however I'm suspicious of anyone who's favorite club is her 3-iron. Besides the comic failures of every beginner's golf story ("Golfheimer's again"), there's a woman fishing for love and traveling briskly along a slicer's outside-in swing path on the way to golf wisdom. Hardly surprising, Maxwell turns out to be the quintessential absent-minded professor herself. I found myself changing my grip and my takeaway (without pictures -- her prose is that visual!), trying out the tips that Maxwell encounters along this journey. And I learned quite a bit about fishing to boot. This is a book that needed to be written, and I found myself reading with much delight. I may not be hitting it any farther or straighter, but then there's no cosmic reward for that.

New Anti Depressant : Take Jessica Maxwell as needed

What a hoot! Whether you're an avid golfer, a non golfer, or somewhere in between you'll love this short (224 pages) journey with the author as she evolves from from neophyte to duffer.Along the way we are treated to some genuine golfing tips from some of the top coaches in the land. The advice runs from the "old school" to the sublime (maybe Zen-like is a better description). I haven't played golf in ten years, but after finishing the book I found myself on the front yard stiffly swinging a seven iron. The author also has a talent to communicate in the vernacular of the various folks she encounters. The hilarious exchanges with a French chef, a Scottish lady pro (at St. Andrews no less) a bass champ from the south and a gallery of other personalities she meets along the way had me laughing out loud.Coursing through this lively read is the drama of the "boyfriend"- or is he a stalker as suggested by a friend? Is Jessica finally in love? Will Valerie approve? Do we care? (Yes! ) The pure enjoyment, exhilaration and frustration of the author is contagious. If you're feeling gloomy, open this book randomly and read one page. You'll be laughing in spite of yourself.Obviously, I thoroughly enjoyed this book. Here's an easy test to determine if you should spend your own bucks on this book. If you don't find the following excerpt (taken without permission) worth a snicker, save your money. The excerpt--"Fish World is a self styled collection of rooms dedicated to the art of catching bass. I confess that,......"So what's a fish story doing in a golf book? It makes sense. Read it and see.

A Royal and Ancient Wit

Jessica Maxwell is back with "Driving Myself Crazy," in which our favorite femme d'adventure storms the male bastion of golf, learning that -- although she grew up as the complete 'non-jockette' -- she is a natural with a three iron.Whether you're an old duffer, a first-time golfer or a couch potato, you will enjoy Maxwell's misadventures as she strives to know what to do, what to call things, before anybody realizes she doesn't know what's she doing. Carefully plotted chapters recount her lighthearted story of figuring it all out. Along the way, many a chapter doubles as an exploration of some aspect of the game -- its history, protocol, clothing, environmentalism (yes!) and so on -- all adding up to golf's romantic allure. Not to mention the romantic allure of Graham -- is he boyfriend material? or is he a 'golf stalker'? -- who pops up from chapter to chapter to share his insights on golf, life, and fly-fishing, which is the other sport he shares with Maxwell (see her previous book, "I Don't Know Why I Swallowed the Fly").Fortunate are we when Maxwell lets us carry her clubs as she seeks the tutelage of the world's greatest golf pros, like Australian pro-cum-philosopher Peter Croker and Croker's American partner, Cindy Swift Jones, an authority on the short game of putting; and as she plays the world's greatest golf courses, like Alabama's Robert Trent Jones Trail and Scotland's ladies' country clubs, founded in Victorian times, when G.O.L.F. really did mean "Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden." And Maxwell hits a hole-in-one when she joins Nancy Lopez in a hotel kitchenette, cooking potluck casseroles while discussing America's sports culture with insights learned on the LPGA tour as well as from Lopez's husband, baseball star-turned-ESPN analyst Ray Knight.First page to last, Maxwell's droll style is matched to her theme, now poetic, then cheeky, always as captivating as the royal and ancient game she so capably describes.