Jun
12
2011
Coming Soon to a Kindle/iPad Near You: “The Swinger”
By Stephanie Wei under Tiger Woods

If you follow me on Twitter, you may have caught a few of my tweets referencing a new book with a picture of the cover — The Swinger by Michael Bamberger and Alan Shipnuck. The description on Amazon.com says: “A sports hero seeks a comeback in this wild, funny, and ultimately redemptive novel.” According to Shipnuck, I’m one of the few who have a copy of the book (thanks, Alan — I feel so special!).

I’m on embargo with how much I can reveal, but I think it’s pretty obvious this work of fiction is based around the life of Tiger Woods both pre- and post hydrant era. “Tree Tremont” is “the Chosen One” and the best golfer in the world. It’s told from the point of view of Josh, a former golf journalist, who sells out to become Tree’s Director of Communications (aka his PR flak).

The book gives an insider-y look on Tiger and his life on Tour and at home (well, from the perspective of Shipnuck and Bamberger). I laughed aloud countless times because it reminded me of something that’s happened on Tour or in the press room, etc. Shipnuck and Bamberger do an excellent job portraying a fictional yet close-to-real-life account of the life and ruminations of Tree Tremont.

I’ll leave you with a few teasers for the evening:

“You ever have that thing where you’re almost in a car accident,” Tree said. “You swerve away at the last second, and your body gets flooded with adrenaline, right? That’s how I felt walking up thirteen. I’m looking at a shot that’ll make or break my Masters. All my senses are going crazy. I can feel the grass under my feet. I can smell the magnolias. I can hear Rae’s Creek. I can hear the rain falling on the umbrella. I’m taking my practice swings, and my heart’s pounding so hard, I can see my chest heaving. Then I stand over the ball. Everything stops. Four seconds feels like an hour. My breathing’s slow. I’m calm. I’m relaxed. I’ve already played the shot in my head. I already know the outcome.”

And here’s a more risque one:

“Let me make this simple for you. Absolutely hands down, without question, the single best fuck I’ve ever had. I actually dream about it.”

He went to his iPhone and looked at pictures of Amanda and Emerson and him together, suggestive snaps that in the wrong hands could bring down an empire. He showed me one and it was enough. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of cold milk.

Stay tuned for more tomorrow and/or Tuesday.