I finished this book a couple of days ago, and I have been sitting on this review for a couple of days. You see, I am torn. I read and enjoyed his Lord of the Barnyard: Killing the Fatted Calf and Arming the Aware in the Cornbelt on a random recommendation from a bookstore clerk. I only heard about Egolf's second book in a capsule review in the New Yorker, and I think they only included it because it was hot on the heels of his suicide. I didn't even know this book existed until I ran across it at a bookfair and I grabbed it up at a reduced price.
I'm torn because Egolf wrote this right before his suicide, and just knowing that tints the process of reading and enjoying and evaluating it as a text. Early on, a forlorn character is saying forlorn things, and part of my brain asked of this book was just an extended suicide note. It's not though, it is an interesting narrative that brings together an intersection of boxing, Amish folk in Eastern Pennsylvania, and warewolves. Even though I normally wouldn't be drawn to a book covering the supernatural element, Egolf lets the situation develop and come together very well.
There are some minor problems with the work, and it comes from what seems to be idiosyncrasies that may have been pulled out in further drafts. For example, the place names referred to in the book have real analogues in the world and if you're familiar with eastern PA you'll know what is being referred to but otherwise you might not know the geography of the world. There is also a lack of exposition in places that could have made the ending tighter, but overall I thoroughly enjoyed the work.