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By Frank Bill

Farrar Straus Giroux, Paperback, 9780374532895, 242pp.

Publication Date: March 5, 2013


The raw and as-insane-as-anticipated first novel from Frank Bill, author of "Crimes in Southern Indiana"
""The Donnybrook is a three-day bare-knuckle tournament held on a thousand-acre plot out in the sticks of southern Indiana. Twenty fighters. One wire-fence ring. Fight until only one man is left standing while a rowdy festival of onlookers drunk and high on whatever's on offer bet on the fighters.
Jarhead is a desperate man who'd do just about anything to feed his children. He's also the toughest fighter in southeastern Kentucky, and he's convinced that his ticket to a better life is one last fight with a cash prize so big it'll solve all his problems.
Meanwhile, there's Chainsaw Angus an undefeated master fighter who isn't too keen on getting his face punched anymore, so he and his sister, Liz, have started cooking meth. And they get in deep. So deep that Liz wants it all for herself, and she might just be ready to kill her brother for it. One more showdown to take place at the Donnybrook.
As we travel through the backwoods to get to the Donnybrook, we meet a cast of nasty, ruined characters driven to all sorts of evil, all in the name of getting their fix drugs, violence, sex, money, honor. "Donnybrook" is exactly the fearless, explosive, amphetamine-fueled journey you'd expect from Frank Bill's first novel . . . and then some.

About the Author
Frank Bill is the author of the story collection "Crimes in Southern Indiana," one of "GQ"'s favorite books of 2011 and a "Daily Beast" best debut of 2011." "He lives and writes in southern Indiana. "Donnybrook "is his first novel.

Praise For Donnybrook

Praise for Crimes in Southern Indiana

“Good Lord, where in the hell did this guy come from? Blasts off like a frigging rocket ship and hits as hard as an ax handle to the side of the head after you’ve snorted a nose full of battery acid. One of the wildest damn rides you’re ever going to take inside a book.” —Donald Ray Pollock