One of my favourites is Patric Dickenson's 'A Round of Golf Courses', (Evans, London, 1951) with a foreword by Bernard Darwin. It was (in about 1990) briefly issued in paperback by A&C Black. Patric was a Cambridge Blue who went on to be the BBC's poetry editor. He died in 1994. He gave up golf a very long time ago when he got the yips, but his home in Rye was for many years the scene of great parties given during the President's Putter week in January. I knew him as a poet and made many programmes with him in my BBC days. His gift for words makes this possibly the most eloquent golf book of all time. A few quotes:
(Of Ganton) '...Bunkers are of two kinds: there are the solid crushers of golfing crime, obvious as the tread of policemen's boots; these catch and deal with such old lags as the nasty short slice, the smothering quick hook; even the head-up top: but there are other bunkers: beautiful alluring sirens, daring us to steer too near them, rallying our faint hearts to carry over them, and sneering at our feebleness if we take the middle course ("middle-aged course" they mock). ganton's bunkers are peculiarly sweet-singing creatures that lie about in exquisitely nonchalant attitudes, just off the line...a beautiful example is the long one-shot third hole; another is the 6th. But there is a great number of them and all of them welcome little golf balls in "with gently-smiling jaws".
(Of Royal Worlington) 'Now for the short 5th. A superb hole. Played at right angles across the fourth green you are aiming straight for the end of the fir-tree colonnade. the green lies just under it - a devilish creature, a very Caliban of a green. It, too, is convex in its upper slopes, falls suddenly, sharply, half-way and at this near end to us from the tee it has a small saucer-like portion where the hole is cut, I imagine, once a year, on the greenkeeper's birthday.....There are no bunkers on this hole - nor need of them. To the left of it is a deep grassy pit (once full of water), out of which it is possible to stay on the green, but only by an exquisite piece of skill and fortune: to the right a stiff slope down into the rough and into the stream which, all along the right, beckons its way.....If you hit on to the green, into the saucer (and the pin is on the upper half of the green), you are faced with a putt as nearly perpendicular as you are ever likely to see. If you go right, or left, we will leave you pin-ponging away for a 6.......'
Don't you just want to go there straight away?