ISBN: 1596542225
ISBN 13: 9781596542228
By: Charles Willeford

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Like most of Willefords writings this is a strange book filled with surreal details. This book feels slightly less "pulpy" than the other novels of his I've read and is almost journalistic in its descriptions of a sport I know very little about. The story moves in fun, interesting directions, and it helps that the morality is slightly (emphasis on slightly) less ambiguous and cynical than his others. While not as enjoyable as his Hoke Moseley books and not as poetic as his memoir, this is still a high recommendation.

Patrick McCoy

The Cockfighter, obviously, is about a man who trains chickens for fights that often end in death of one or both animals, thus, it is not for everyone. It is a subculture I knew very little about, but thanks to this novel, I now know a lot about after following the exploits of the protagonist Frank Mansfield. In fact, it could be said to be the "Moby Dick" of cockfighting novels in that there are several sections that discuss the intricacies of the cockfighting trade as well as the conditioning of the birds. It was one of the elements that I found engaging in Miami Blues as well-I was able to immerse myself in the southern culture of Miami and Miami Beach-places that I had never set foot in myself. The same can be said of this novel. I was able to inhabit the southern cockfighting tour and share the triumphs and setbacks of the eccentric protagonist Frank Mansfield whose one and only goal in life is to be the cockfighter of the year. This is a similarity between Hoke Mosely (from Miami Blues) and Frank Mansfield they are driven to succeed and be the best they can in their respective professions almost to the exclusion of other aspects of their lives. Willeford is a master of creating believable and unusual characters in his novels and I look forward to inhabiting his world of fiction in future novels as well.

Scott Tobias

Cockfighter is the third Willeford I've read, and the common denominator among them, beyond their dark and subversive bent, are protagonists who lead their lives with absolute confidence and certainty, even if those lives may be wicked. The narrator, "Silent" Frank Mansfield, believes wholeheartedly in the dignified tradition of cockfighting, despite the practice being illegal in 49 states and leading him to constant personal and economic ruin. Willeford reveals this underground culture in punishing, almost fetishistic detail, with long passages describing the action in the pits and harrowing glimpses into Frank's training methods and gambits to increase his odds. Frank refuses to break from his chosen path: His commitment to winning The Cockfighter of the Year medal is so single-minded that he takes a personal vow of silence until he reaches his goal, causing him years of hardship and souring his relationships. The reader might find him narrow, disturbed, even psychotic, but Willeford plays it straight to the gloriously hard-bitten end.

Paul Greenberg

This book really is about cockfighting. Not my favorite Willeford.

Bro_Pair أعرف

I started reading "Maldoror," originally, by the Comte de Lautreaumont, and threw it aside because fifty pages in, I'm pretty sure it's schlock crap. I should've known, picking up a book that an awful, awful, AWFUL write like William Vollmann considers his favorite. But it had a good blurb on the back from some great French writer whose name I don't remember, saying "this book excites me."Well, that book really didn't excite me. But this one sure did. I can't describe this book very well, except to say it had the same effect on me reading "The Gambler" by Dostoevsky did - that is to say, up late at night, racing to the end, desperate to see what happens next. Frank Mansfield will not say another word until he is the greatest cockfighter in the South, and is recognized as such, and he will sacrifice everything to make it happen. What a great, engrossing book. Also, you'll learn a lot about cockfighting.


Redneck-noir about a mute fellow who raises and fights cocks/roosters. The story isn't bad but there's so much shop talk about the cock fighting game that your attention wanders after awhile. And the trick ending is annoying, like Willeford had to top his trick ending to "Pick Up", a better novel by far.


It's always interesting to read popular, or pulp, fiction from another era. Just like all pop culture, the biases and cultural morays of the time are always so stark compared to today. This is definitely not a book for animal lovers. But some of the passages are very beautiful. The casual misogyny I could also do without, but if you ever wanted to know anything about cockfighting, this is the book that gets you down in "the pit."

Nigel Bird

Books like Cockfighter remind me of how I came to love literature in the first place. It offers a wonderful sense of being transported to an entirely different place, seeing the world through the eyes of others and then ensuring that I’m so captivated by a series of events that all I want to do in life at a given moment (well, most given moments) is return to the next page.The quote at the beginning of the book is from Ezra Pound – “What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it.” There’s plenty of depth in evidence here as protagonist Frank takes the reader into the life of a serious cockfighter.Frank is such a passionate man that he’s vowed, unbeknownst to anyone else, to remain silent until he gains the coveted mark of respect that is the silver medal that marks someone out as the cock handler of the year (sniggers really don’t fit on this occasion!). He explains himself a little here:‘No one, other than myself, knew about my vow, and I could have broken it at any time without losing face. But I would know, and I had to shave every day.”That last phrase is the kind of poetic turn that give the story an extra edge – Willeford allows his character to tell his tale without relying on the mundane.When we meet Frank, he’s on the cusp of losing everything – his money, his last fighting bird, his car and his trailer home – on one fight with an old adversary. It’s a hugely dramatic opening and, at risk of spoiling that drama (look away now) it ends up with Frank leaving the pit with only $10, a coop, a few clothes and a guitar.Given a lift by an old friend who has been forced to retire, he’s offered the chance to buy the perfect bird, Icarus, for the hugely inflated sum of $500. Frank has a choice – to promise to buy the bird or to give up the game and return home to marry his patient, conservative fiancée. Frank’s passion means there’s only one option and he sets off to find the money he needs.What follows is the engrossing sequence of events that will lead up to Frank having the chance to make his personal dream come true.Cockfighter reads like a novel from the depression era, but is set in the 1960s. In some ways, it points to the hangover of values that are old-fashioned in ways that might be seen as good and bad. Frank has his own mixture of values, and his own liberal(ish) views are often contradicted by his animal self or by society. Race and gender are particular areas of interest here.He holds strong opinions on the nature of work and the illusions created by a capitalist society. When looking for a job, he comments:‘The majority of the situations that were open in the agate columns were for salesmen. And a man who can’t talk can’t sell anything.’Or on bigger dreams:‘I liked the man for what he was and respected him for what he was trying to be. But unlike me, Doc lived with a dream that was practically unattainable. All I wanted to be was the best cockfighter who had ever lived. Doc, who had already reached his late fifties, wanted to be a big time capitalist and financier.’The series of adventures in the book are brilliantly told. There’s a wonderful use of dramatic tension which left me hungry to find out what would happen next. When the final full stop was reached, my appetite was entirely satisfied. Here’s a book the likes of which I wish I could write myself. Given the talent on show and my own limitations that’s very unlikely, but just like Frank I don’t see the harm in setting such a high goal. Maybe I should take a vow of silence; if nothing else I suspect my wife and colleagues would be happier that way.Tremendous.


Fast, sure, with Ocala dirt under its cracked, yellowed fingernails ... whatever you think of the milieu, it feels "lived-in," with vivid, genuine, expertly drawn characters.

Andrew Maskall

Never thought much about fightin' cocks til I read this strange book.

J.T. Dockery

Like the Hustler by Walter Tevis is about the details of the world of pool sharks, Willeford gives us an insider's glimpse into the world of a cockfighter. As much a true novel of the south as anything this old boy's ever read.


There was a rooster chained to my ex-neighbors back porch. Now that I read this I wish I invited him over. Do champion cockfighters roosters get rewarded by being let loose in a hen house? Look for the answer to that and many other question in my upcoming novel that tells this same story from the rooster's POV: Cockle-Doodle Frankie!


If I hadn't gleefully abandoned all scholarly pursuits some years ago, I'd be pretty tempted to become the preeminent Willeford scholar. My all time favorite literary pattern is the hero's journey (up top, Joseph C) and Cockfighter is more-or-less Willeford's spin on The Odyssey. And I don't think he was necessarily being shy about it. I mean, come on, there's a chicken named Icarus. (Also, there's a chicken called Little David that I'm preeeeeeeeetty sure was the inspiration for Little Jerry.) (Edited to add: Yes, Chris, I know Icarus is not in the Odyssey but, you know, mythology and stuff.)The plot structure to this book is more traditional than those in his other books that I've read so far. There's a man with a goal who sets out on a quest, and unlike Hoke--who gets sidetracked often--Frank Mansfield sticks with his boon of becoming Cockfighter of the Year. This is what drives him, and he doesn't get distracted; every move he makes is done with the goal of winning that title. Like in every good hero's journey there is plenty along the way meant to mislead and tempt him away from his mission, but he isn't swayed for long. Maybe because I've read some of Willeford's other books where characters are more reactionary and the plot jumps according to their whims, but the ending of this almost caught me off guard because it's sort of exactly what you see coming. But it's still pretty awesome.It took me a little longer to get into this book--I think mostly I had to warm up to Frank (hard to replace Hoke in my heart)--but once I got about 100 pages in, I couldn't put it down.


On pure technique, writing style and ability to portray a culture, this book should get five stars. But while the shop talk about cockfighting is amazingly detailed and impressive, I could give a rat's ass about cockfighting. I never would have read a book with that much shop talk about anything, though admittedly I loved Gun Work by David J. Schow, so I guess I'm a hypocrite. I also find it kind of hard to take the violence involving animals. Last but far from least, this is not a noir or a crime novel; it's a down-and-outer type novel, and a great portrait of a certain culture in the South. But I was kinda looking for a crime novel, and when I got to the end and nobody'd gotten their head blown off, I was a bit disappointed.To be fair, I love Willeford's The Burnt Orange Heresy and that has a murder that seems to be there for no reason other than to make it a crime novel (presumably so he could sell it) and it feels fairly random, with a disappointing ending. So I'm glad he didn't do that here. On its own terms, Cockfighter is a stronger novel than Heresy. There's just kind of a lot of cockfighting in it.

Andrew Vachss

A master craftsman, who teaches writing as he entertains.

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