A mixed bag, start-to-finish. The amount a reader will enjoy this book will be based on their feelings about Cujo. I adored him as a kid, and I think he'll always be my favorite goalie, so I forgave a lot here and genuinely enjoyed most of it. It delivered on what I wanted, and at the end of it he (for the most part) turns out to be the guy you hoped he'd be, but the mechanics are a bit rough.
There's another writer on here. I hesitate to say "ghost writer" because it's pretty open about the cooperation. I don't know what to make of it though. If she had much control here, she maybe chose to commit to finding his "voice" a little too much? I say this because so much of it reads like it could be a post-game interview from any number of laconic Canucks. It leans toward a matter-of-fact, concise, (almost to the point of being staccato) sentence pattern. It feels kind of conversational which has it's good and bad points. Topics meander. Also know that you will get very little tea spilled here. You definitely get the feeling that hockey was his first real and only forever family, and he pays his loyalty back accordingly. He finds something good to say about every player, every coach--even eventually Coach from Hell Mike Keenan (don't worry, we'll get there). He throws no one under the bus.
You would think this would be incredibly tedious to read, but I enjoyed it (almost in spite of itself) for a few reasons.
1) I found the descriptions of action sequences in games suprisingly vivid. I love hockey, but I was a borderline fanatic as a kid and it really brought me back to the days where I'd be glued to the TV, riveted to the game before me, yelling at the screen.
2) If his descriptions of individual *people* were a little spare (including his own family for the most part) the behind-the-scenes stories were mostly a lot of fun, and satisfying and again--surprisingly vivid. His stories are the stories of a low-key guy on the sidelines who clocks all the action but pretty much stays out of the fray as a solid voice-of-reason to the group, which is pretty on brand.
3) Every bit of the St. Louis parts. The Blues were the first team I loved, and will always probably be the first hockey team of my heart. The period of time Cujo was with the Blues was the peak of my hockey fever and I followed the team tenaciously. I kept a roster list, collected their cards, had a binder of game clippings (I still have it!) etc. etc. Even seeing the names of those players checked in the memoir brings back a flood of feelings. I remember being devastated when Cujo was traded, under the regime of a hawk of a coach who made a series of crushing (and one might say baffling) trades of fan favorites and solid players.
As someone who had very keen eyes on all that activity, it's extremely satisfying to see the flip side of the headlines that I'd been following, and how right I had been in my indignation. That it was as messed up as it looked. Although Cujo ends up encountering a supposedly redeemed Keenan again later in his career and forgives him (also on brand). I don't, and feel pretty justified in that even now.
4) His childhood was pretty much the definition of traumatic--almost too wild to believe, and it's both fascinating and very hard to read, but it explains a lot. It explains how hockey was basically a surrogate family and the beyond-brotherhood he feels for the guys and teams he's played with for better or worse. How he can waver between giving only the necessary details, not dwelling overlong on feelings, his silence and I assume protectiveness of his own family, and then be on fire talking about a game.
During Curtis Joseph's time with STL in spite of his vicious nickname, he always read as a quiet, stand-up guy, a team player, and though I suppose that's not very interesting, the kid fan in me is pleased to see that it basically appears to be true. If he spent time partying or womanizing he's not bragging about or glamorizing that. His first marriage was to his girlfriend from school and they were married for 17 years. He doesn't have beefs.
More than anything in the writing style, the one truly disappointing thing to me was the reference to one of his stepbrothers, Victor, who has passed away. Victor was gay and it sounds like may have had a time in their childhood where he was questioning his identity. It's pretty clear that Joseph even at the time of writing wants to be able support him and has regrets but the verbiage around the whole thing is awkward at best and it's all too clear that he's still wrapping his head around it. It's a shame because he comes off as pretty accepting and compassionate. There's a couple of moments like that in there where he will say something and then be like, "I wouldn't say this now. It was a different time." and a part of me wonders, where is Kirstie McLellan Day? Where is the editor? Why even include that at all then? Those are the points where I feel like someone should have asserted more guidance.
Overall, not a super exciting ride for the average reader, but absolutely recommended for true Cujo fans to get a peek at the human being behind the mask.