Imagine a noir Friday Night Lights written by a cross between Megan Abbott and Harry Crews, and you’ll get close to what Eli Cranor’s pulled off in Don’t Know Tough. It’s propulsive, twisty, and unputdownable. Cranor cracks open the complex world of high school football in small town Arkansas, giving us characters who are at once savage and tender and tragic, who are capable of acts of great bravery and betrayal. This is a book that shocks us into a new way of seeing. It’s lean, muscled up, no-holds-barred noir. I feel lucky to have read it.