I've been picking on this book for the entire 7 years I've been on here, sometimes even to the point of being a little unfair to it.
By far the worst thing to come from the book, to me anyway, is that it seems to have spawned the notion that you almost can't write a good golf novel without mystical elements (happily, there are exceptions that prove the rule).
I suppose it's not the book or author's fault that we live in a copycat world, but if I never see another golf book that substitutes mystical crap for the soul of golf, I will be a happy man.
And I must also throw out my obligatory line to Huck: The gemme is about the walk!