Because Pat Burns remains my favourite New Jersey Devils head coach, this is a book I had wanted to read from the first day I heard that it had been written. Nearly two years later, I got the chance - and was supremely disappointed.
And it's too bad. It was a good book to carry around, and to stack in the pile that I have by my bed, but it was a difficult book to get through. And not because it, ultimately, has a sad and dispiriting ending.
With a name like Coach, it is to be expected that the book will focus on Burns's relationship with hockey - but the attention and level of detail which was paid to nearly every result in his storied career was distracting and overwhelming (and that's coming from a major hockey fan, who is currently typing this as the Czech Republic is playing the USA in Olympic hockey). As a result, the rest of the narrative, that which focused on the personal, off-ice side to Burns's life, was shallow and tailored to fit a certain personality, when it was mentioned at all. The writing style employed by the author was at once pretentious and blue collar, which made it feel rather unfocused.
But, perhaps, the biggest disappointment with the book is the unequal distribution of words and volume dedicated to each of Burns's coaching stops. The author, admittedly, was a beat reporter for the Toronto Maple Leafs - and it showed, as each season that Burns coached the team was broken down into great detail in its own chapter. It almost seemed as though she was merely copying stories she had previously written for the newspaper, sometimes taking chunks of quotes verbatim. Boston and New Jersey had only a chapter each devoted to them, and then the story moved quickly to his death (which I felt was dealt with in the most maudlin way possible).
Reading it, though, made it feel like he was still alive, somehow, and that feeling was priceless. Worth the second star, for sure.