This was a fun several-afternoon read. (As it was a short story collection, rather than a novel, I was able to read it in several sittings rather than one long go.) Not as good as I recall Jeeves being, this was, nonetheless, witty, deprecating entertainment. The idea that golf might somehow be lowbrow made me laugh, and the utterly ridiculous antics of the occasional non-Anglos made me cringe (except for the Russian author–he was side-splittingly hilarious). Still, this was, as I say, fun.
If I thought golf itself was likely to be half as enjoyable as these stories about it, I might consider taking up the sport.
Then again, why ruin a good walk?