Cockroach LoveDamien Broderick and Paul Di Filippo
“The problem with Arab literature has been that it forgot to tell stories and lost its way in experimentation. Too many novels that start with lines like ‘I came home to find my wife having s*x with a cockroach.’”
—Pankaj Mishra
“Where Alaa Al Aswany Is Writing From”
New York Times Magazine, April 27, 2008
When Kay got home, tired and unhappy from her grueling flight halfway round the globe, she found her husband Elwood f*****g a cockroach the size of a cocktail waitress.
She had longed only to kick off her sensible yet constricting Madame Ambassador high heels, and collapse on the couch for a foot massage from a considerate spouse. Unburden herself of all her diplomatic aggravations, with a cool drink in hand. Instead, that piece of
