Make no mistake, this book is not entirly about golf. If you struggle to know the difference between a sand wedge and a putter, do not be disuaded; there is far more to this book than than the dream of being Tiger Woods.
Set in the days before the American golfing progidy had burst onto scene, Tom cox and his group of sporting sidekicks dreamed of accumplishing what Mr Woods went on to acheive, with no role models of a similar age to aspire to being, the boys of Cripsley Edge juniour golf team tried despratly to become teenage marvels in a retired couples dominated game.
Set between 1988 and 1993, Nice Jumper deals with the essential teenage years, 13-18, where messing around with you're mates is more important than school, setting fire to the golf pro's shop is something done more out of boredom than malevolence and girls were justing starting to become interesting.
Nice Jumper is a rare book that conveys developing manhood while reveling in boyishness. Where games such as Ching! are an example of a strange ritualistic oneupmanship that all young people experience with their peers.
It is a joy to find in writing that most youths get up to mischeif, but the seed from which this grew was not destructive, but boyant and rather innocent. The lads in Nice Jumper could well be a young school rugby team or saturday morning football squad, the sport is irrelavant, as is the fact that it is based around sport at all.
This is a book about reveling in being young. It makes no excuses for it's cheekyness, and asks no forgiveness for it's honesty.
If you've ever found putting strange items in peoples bags (or lockers or shoes)belly-achingly funny, then I would recomend his book to you very highly.