BUT THE CIRCUS
“Wow, what a book! A novel based on a true story that is shattering, the brutality of the narrative is tempered by a wondrous compassion. Think Erik Larson meets James Baldwin, and you have a hint of this magnificent book.”
—Ken Bruen, author of Galway Girl and The Guards
“DAMN EVERYTHING BUT THE CIRCUS pulls the reader into the mad world of the traveling carnival in Minnesota in the 1920s, a tale both tall and truthful spun by the gregarious raconteur Reverend Pigman. A phantasmagoric shadow world of carnies, barkers, geeks, strongmen, and roustabouts collide with the local clientele, whose expectations of easy entertainment conceal the prejudice and violence teeming below the surface. The novel plunges straight for the lie at the heart of the tragic truth in an exasperating fashion. Tromblay renders life on the margins with an empathic eye that signals a deep understanding of the human condition and the responsibility of facing the bloody consequences of our collective fate.”
—Jarret Middleton, author of Darkansas
MONEY THE HARD WAY
"David Tromblay has one of the most original voices in crime fiction – wild, wicked, and always surprising. MONEY THE HARD WAY is a barnburner of a novel, a rush of unforgettable characters, rich detail, and unsparing truth.“
— Lou Berney, author of November Road
“This is one wild ride. You think it’ll go left, and it goes right. You think it’ll go up and it goes sideways. David Tromblay is a force and so is his madman hero, Moses Kincaid.”
— Willy Vlautin, author of The Night Always Comes
"With a voice and style all his own, Moses Kincaid leads the reader, by the scruff of the shirt, through his rough and tumble ride from bounty hunting into the Dantean prison system. He doesn't meet a lot of nice people along the way, but it sure is entertaining to watch fall off the page."
—Paul Tremblay, author of The Pallbearers Club
“David Tromblay’s writing is like Jim Thompson hijacked a Coen brothers script.”
— Mark Westmoreland, author of A Violent Gospel
“A welcome addition to the burgeoning crime literature of Oklahoma.”
— Chris Offutt, author of The Killing Hills
“David Tromblay’s Sangre Road pulsates with intensity. It’s scrappy, sharp-edged, wild, and funny. One hell of a memorable ride.”
-William Boyle, author of City of Margins and Gravesend
“A rough-and-tumble journey through a landscape as colorful as its inhabitants.”
-Steph Post, author of Lightwood
“David Tromblay has done that thing we don’t get enough of; a remarkably unlikeable character dropped into a book that’ll make you turn the pages regardless. Tone, smell, dust, and heat all live here on Sangre Road, and the chop-along dialogue will speed you right down to the end of the trail. Buckle up!”
-Theo Van Alst Jr, author of Sacred Smokes
"David Tromblay has created a violent and wistful elegy to small-town America that cuts as sharp as an ice pick and goes twice as deep."
-S.A. Cosby, author of Blacktop Wasteland
"Sangre Road is a wild trip through a surreal Clinton-era Oklahoma, paced like a small-town stock car race without any rules. And funny as hell to boot."
-Scott Phillips, author of That Left Turn at Albuquerque and The Ice Harvest
“Sangre Road is spectacular! From slow-burn to inferno in character development, story, and inventive twists and unexpected turns.”
-Stephen Mack Jones, author of August Snow and Dead of Winter
"Quick-witted, fast-paced, unpredictable. All roads converge to make Sangre Road a raucous, wide-open, crime-riddled joy ride."
-Michael Farris Smith, author of Nick and Blackwood
“Sangre Road is a gritty, funny crime caper that beats with a big heart. It’s one part Coen Brothers, one part Elmore Leonard, but also a beast all its own. It takes you unexpected places and leaves you thinking.
-Nick Kolakowski, author of Rattlesnake Rodeo and A Brutal Bunch of Heartbroken Saps
“Tromblay is a natural storyteller with an ear tuned for dialogue and an imagination that will keep readers wide-eyed and guessing, slack-jawed and entertained. A manhunt shouldn’t be this fun.”
-David Joy, author of When These Mountains Burn
"'A thrill ride through Oklahoma alongside the stubborn, punch-drunk, smart-mouthed bounty hunter Moses Kincaid, complete with bikers, prison peckerwoods, zombies, pro midget wrestlers, no-tell motels, greasy-spoon diners, and enough mouthfuls of heavy-duty pain pills to keep you asking,“what’s next?”'
-Penni Jones, author of Suicide Souls and On the Bricks
AS YOU WERE
"Sit down into the passenger seat and don't worry about that sound coming from under the hood, or that shudder in the front end, or the rust under your feet. Just let David Tromblay's voice carry you—he's got the wheel, he knows where this is going."
-Stephen Graham Jones, author of The Only Good Indians
"In As You Were, David Tromblay stretches terrible sinew between the bones of wars fought with guns and fists and language—in the name of Country and love and family—in the home, on foreign land, and in the mind itself. This voice shirks at nothing. This voice tells the truth. This voice will ring in your head long after the final page."
-Terese Mailhot, author of Heart Berries: A Memoir
"As You Were navigates a dark childhood and time served as both a sailor and soldier during our wars for oil with humor, grace and tight, gritty prose. Every chapter’s end left me turning the page fast—either teary-eyed or laughing but always holding my breath. I could not put it down."
-Toni Jensen, author of Carry
"There is something both deep-reaching and visceral in the way this memoir ignites the readers; Tromblay’s memories read like we’r the ones re-experiencing our own repressed incidents. And he lets them come from anywhere, like shrapnel, waking us up to the true state of our collective American soul."
-Ismet Prcic, author of Shards
"Ugly, sad, tragic, and painfully funny. As You Were is how brutal and beautiful the truth is when it turns on you.”
-BULL : Men’s Magazine
"An incandescent addition to both Native American letters and the literature of the Iraq and Afghan wars."
"As You Were flows on a stream of consciousness, between childhood and adulthood, from the image of the author with a gun in his mouth back to the past experiences that would make him want to pull the trigger. ... Some books you read with a sense of wonder that the author survived to write them. Some books, by their very existence, suggest that writing can save your life. This is one of those books."
“Whenever an author abandons traditional storytelling structure, things can get dicey. Unless they pull it off, and Tromblay nails it, offering an engrossing, terrifying story about crumbling cities and a draconian health care system, which, all told, feels pretty damn prescient.”
-Rob Hart, author of The Warehouse
"A resonant parable for our sickened age—taut, eloquent, and frightening. It may be set in the 2030s and '40s, but it couldn't be more at home in 2021."
-David Leo Rice, author of A Room in Dodge City
THE RAMBLINGS OF A REVENANT
"A hallucinatory first-person tour of landmark cases in the evolution of vampirism. Tromblay's extensive research finds fluid, natural expression in the succulently poetic period language of its most unnatural protagonists, and, through the dark beauty of this meditation on history, he achieves a subtle new understanding of the fundamental nature of the West, one for which vampirism becomes the perfect sign of all that culture's unquenchable thirsts. The result is a startling psychological appraisal of an entire civilization that blurs fiction and nonfiction so seamlessly it disorients your habitual assumptions and leaves you gazing complicity out at the world from behind the eyes of the beast."
-Jayson Iwen, author of Gnarly Wounds and Six Trips in Two Directions
"What David Tromblay has done with The Ramblings of a Revenant is combine the historical aspects of a documentary film with the passionate and heartbreaking story of a possible vampire existence. This novel is read as fact, absorbed as if hypnotized and left etched in stone in your own complicit memory. A powerful story of loss, transformation, and vengeance."
-Richard Thomas, author of Disintegration