Cinderella Story : My Life in Golf

To many, Bill Murray is the star of movies like Ghostbusters (reissued with certain scenes deleted and a Mystery Science Theatre-style commentary in 1999). But to golf aficionados, Murray is the clown in godawful “Hee-Haw-aiian” golf garb who plays shamelessly to the crowds at charity tee-offs from Pebble Beach to the Greater Milwaukee Open. And there is only one Bill Murray role, the gopher-snuffing, turf-smoking greenskeeper Carl Spackler in Caddyshack, whose fantasy of golf heroism gives this book its title. “This crowd has gone deadly silent,” Spackler mutters with club in hand and no crowd in sight, “a Cinderella story outta nowhere–former greenskeeper and now about to become the Masters champion!” Cinderella Story is really two books. The first is a string of outrageously digressive anecdotes about Murray’s club-wielding adventures with Jack Nicklaus, Arnold Palmer (“Incandescent … he and Patton were born to lead armies”), Mike Ditka, John Denver, Chi Chi Rodriguez (“He had more fun playing golf than any person I’d ever seen.”), Clint Eastwood, and Michael Jordan (“Relax,” Murray tells himself, “his nickname is ‘air,’ not ‘sand.'”). The prose style is mock-hepcat, insanely allusive, and very smart, like his screen persona.This book is also the amusing, affecting autobiography of a kid who started out caddying for 60 cents a half-hour with his brothers–they got busted for giving a blind golfer three hole-in-one trophies–and wound up in showbiz. There are lots of showbiz anecdotes too, especially about Caddyshack, “arguably the greatest film ever made, although perhaps that’s a drunken argument,” as Murray observes. He’ll get no argument from golfers, who will thrill to his expert ridicule of their mutual passion. –Tim Appelo