Every capital city has a golf course—a stretch of green hidden in plain sight, behind gates you may have never crossed. More than a playing ground, it is where a city’s forgotten breaths are quietly preserved.
Journalist Ira Witmore enters the Capital Golf Club expecting politics: rivalries between an old public golf course and a rising private one. But each day of her brief stay in the club reveals a mysterious world she never imagined.
Here, past and present overlap—caddies become storytellers, committees dissolve into quarrels, and rain recalls its own history.
CGC is more than its mysteries. It stands on contested ground, threatened by tycoons and tribunals, by elections that echo more than cheers. To walk its fairways is to walk through the city’s own lungs—fragile, overlooked, irreplaceable.
Capital Golf Club is not only about one course. It is about every capital’s course—the one you’ve seen from afar, perhaps driven past, never entered. The one holding the memory of a city you thought you knew.
This is a novel about heritage and hauntings, about what we stand to lose when silence is sold. A love letter, and a warning!
Because some places don’t disappear when forgotten.
They vanish when no one listens.