“Billy Boy” is my new and current “best book I’ve read this year”. If you love golf as I do, you’ll find this a can’t-put-down page-turner as I did. “Billy Boy” is truly 5-star, and once again, a great read for anyone interested in golf, in adolescents’ coming of age, in family, and certainly in golf and its history.
OK, but hang onto the best-book-ever bandwagon just a minute, because some disclaimers should be made, or perhaps better called “confessions”: (1) this book is set in my hometown, Fort Worth, Texas. The main character pre-dates me by 20 years, but I frequently caught myself smiling affectionately because I know every single actual place the author mentioned. Even the church I grew up in, University Christian Church (also alleged to be Ben Hogan’s church), is mentioned a couple of times near the end. As kids, we romped around often in Forest Park, and came to know downtown and the stockyards district as well as anyone. Hometown pride aside, Fort Worth has a rightful place in American golf history for a handful of reasons, Colonial Country Club and Mr. Hogan among those.
Perhaps most of all, (2) the main setting of the novel is my personal favorite golf course on earth, the one at Colonial Country Club, site of the annual PGA tournament, and often known as “Hogan’s Alley”. As noted in a posting on my website titled “Memories of Colonial in Fort Worth”, it’s a course I never played, nor have I even set foot on it in 40 years. Yet I know this timeless track well enough to mentally play it start to finish in my sleep. Let’s say walking the course so many times in my youth while attending the golf tournament made an impression, complemented by years of TV watching since. It surely has nothing to do with the top player of my high school golf team having been the son of Colonial’s golf professional of the time. I doubt he knew my name while we were on the team, much less now, but that’s another story. Still, similar to how many golf fans know Augusta National and the Masters without playing it, I know Colonial, and I love it.
(3) Harvey Penick makes appearances in the book, he of the “Little Red Book”, teacher of Ben Crenshaw and Tom Kite from their teens on up, and long-time resident of Austin, Texas, my number two Texas home. I should have expected this; the author is Bud Shrake, himself a long-time Austinite, and “co-author” with Mr. Penick of his book series. As I understand it, that job was a transcription and organization of a lifetime of notes in Harvey’s spiral notebooks. Having read all these wonderful books, I would have tipped my hat to Mr. Shrake before now, when I’ve added to my experience his prowess as a novelist.
I wish I’d written “Billy Boy”, but I did not. Honestly, I’d never heard of it until stumbling upon its simple but attractive cover in a local library’s “Five bucks for a bag” book sale. Seeing quotes on the back from some Texas folk I respect, I threw it in my sack. What a find! With not so many Goodreads reviews and far fewer Amazon reviews (still more than for “Gabriel’s Creek”), I feel like I’m turning anyone who reads this onto a treasure.
Cowtown and a dad and son moving there from New Mexico; good food and great golf; hot girls and pompous country-club jackasses; caddies and true professionals; I loved it all. This is the best golf book I’ve read since “Final Rounds”, and the second best golf novel I know of – shameless plug for my own “Gabriel’s Creek” acknowledged.