Vintage Crime/Black Lizard, 9780345807151, 367pp.
Publication Date: February 11, 2014
When the Norwegian ambassador to Thailand is found dead in a Bangkok brothel, Inspector Harry Hole is dispatched from Oslo to help hush up the case.
But once he arrives Harry discovers that this case is about much more than one random murder. There is something else, something more pervasive, scrabbling around behind the scenes. Or, put another way, for every cockroach you see in your hotel room, there are hundreds behind the walls. Surrounded by round-the-clock traffic noise, Harry wanders the streets of Bangkok lined with go-go bars, temples, opium dens, and tourist traps, trying to piece together the story of the ambassador's death even though no one asked him to, and no one wants him to--not even Harry himself.
About the Author
Praise For Cockroaches…
"Nesbø never lets a page go by without making characters and situations vivid."
"The world is dark and frozen, according to Nordic noir, and so is the human heart.
But it's the magic Nesbø works with the genre's tropes that matters. . . . [He] might be my favorite of the lot."
--Michael Robbins, Chicago Tribune
"Satisfyingly twisty. . . . A compelling, hard-edged thriller."
“Excellent . . . the most popular among [Nesbø’s] earlier novels and one that casts a cold eye on the reality of expatriate life of some Europeans in Asia.”
—The Irish Independent
“The complex narrative and large dramatis personae are handled with steely authority . . . The picturesque seediness of Bangkok and Thailand turns out to be Harry Hole's natural element, with Nesbo plumping his hero down in a very non-Norwegian setting.”
—The Independent (UK)
Praise for Jo Nesbø
“Nesbø writes like an angel. As in Lucifer.”
—The Philadelphia Inquirer
“Harry Hole is fast becoming one of the planet’s favorite detectives. And his demons are almost as legendary as his observational and analytical skills.”
—The Mirror (UK)
“Nesbø explores the darkest criminal minds with grim delight and puts his killer where you least expect to find them. . . . His novels are maddeningly addictive.”