“Cockroach” is about a thief during a bitterly cold month in Montréal after he has bumbled a suicide attempt. The book is about his friendships, love life, and perennial economic problems. Hage hammers readers over their heads with the cockroach metaphor. Hammers. I think he’s too in-love with his own writing. The only thing I liked about this book was the beautiful, descriptive lists.
Gwenamon says: As revolting as the insect it is named after