Hockey’s our game in Canada, we got it from the land, which put it in our blood. It took us a few thousand years to find it there, of course, figure out some rules and boundaries, get it out on the ice. Still, it’s ours: we made, we own it, and if it’s broken, then is it up to us to fix it?
Like many a Canadian kid, Stephen Smith was up on skates first thing as a boy, out in the weather chasing a puck and the promise of an NHL career. Back indoors after that didn’t quite work
out, he turned to the bookshelf. That’s where, without entirely meaning to, he ended up reading all the hockey books. There was Crunch and Boom Boom,Slashing! and High
Stick; there was Max Bentley: Hockey’s Dipsy-Doodle Dandy, Blue Line Murder,and Nagano, a Czech hockey opera. There was Blood on the Ice, Cracked Ice,
Fire On Ice, Power On Ice, Cowboy On Ice, Heaven On Ice, Level Ice, and Steel On Ice.
In Puckstruck, Smith chronicles his wide-eyed and sometimes wincing wander through hockey’s literature, language, and culture, weighing its excitement and unbridled joy against its
costs and vexing brutality.
In exploring his own lifelong love of the game, hoping to surprise some sense out of it, he sifts hockey’s narratives in search of hockey’s heart, what it means and why it should distress us
even as we celebrate its glories.
On a journey to discover what the game might have to say about who we are as Canadians, he seeks to answer some of its essential riddles. Can hockey make you a better person? What exactly is
the Swedes’ problem? Is it safe to skate on that stretch of ice over there? Is there anything Ken Dryden can’t do? Did we take a wrong turn choosing hockey over lacrosse? Whatever happened to
the hook check? Should those men really be permitted to keep punching each other in the head? And, if hockey is the best of us, could it be that it’s also the worst?
