Cockroaches in my desk : an ode to fathers shit

This novel is about a man who saw something quite unusual at an early age-he witnessed his father excrete red shit. That image didnt pass; it fermented. Years later, when this peculiar character stumbles upon his first job in the corporate industry, his obsessions and explosive nature guide his actions at every turn, and not for the better.Through diary entries that slip between past and present, he documents his life with unsettling candour-confessions of crimes and desires, flashes of humour, eruptions of rage, and a steady drift toward cruelty. He explains himself effortlessly, always convincingly, even when he shouldnt. His yearning to achieve that shade of red shit once again lies unfulfilled, and that haunts him.The result is a voice that is sharp, disturbing, and darkly funny-one that amuses as often as it repels. You will find yourself pulled between empathy and disgust, unable to settle on either.Then come the roaches. All those who fall into the well of madness have one anchor that pulls them to the depths; these roaches are it.Their existence is not the question of the book; what they bring to the table is.