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Product Description Imagine being born into a world where everything about you—the shape of your nose, the look of your hair, the place of your birth—designates you as an undesirable, an inferior, a menace, no better than a cockroach, something to be driven away and ultimately exterminated. Imagine being thousands of miles away while your family and friends are brutally and methodically slaughtered. Imagine being entrusted by your parents with the mission of leaving everything you know and finding some way to survive, in the name of your family and your people. Scholastique Mukasonga's Cockroaches is the story of growing up a Tutsi in Hutu-dominated Rwanda—the story of a happy child, a loving family, all wiped out in the genocide of 1994. A vivid, bitterwsweet depiction of family life and bond in a time of immense hardship, it is also a story of incredible endurance, and the duty to remember that loss and those lost while somehow carrying on. Sweet, funny, wrenching, and deeply moving, Cockroaches is a window onto an unforgettable world of love, grief, and horror. Review A PEN Center USA 2017 Literary Awards finalist for Translation One of 50 best memoirs of the past 50 years — The New York Times "[Mukasonga’s] haunting, urgent personal history of the Rwandan genocide (translated by Jordan Stump) will deeply shade your map." — New York Times Book Review "A child’s view of one of history’s most chilling instances of genocide. . . . 'I wasn’t only Tutsi,' [Mukasonga] recalls of the ethnic turmoil that made her a refugee, 'I was an Inyenzi, one of those cockroaches they’d expelled from the livable part of Rwanda, and perhaps from the human race.' Such people, she writes later, were 'fit only to be crushed like cockroaches, with one stomp. But they preferred to watch us die slowly.' . . . A thoughtful, sobering firsthand account of the refugee experience, a story that speaks to readers far beyond the African highlands." -- Kirkus Reviews "Related with brave, sobering, steely-eyed calm" -- Library Journal (Starred Review) "Harrowing ... Mukasonga’s powerful and poignant book plants itself in that terrible absence, its stone etched with a difficult, necessary grief." -- Publishers Weekly "Cockroaches stands out for its bracing, unmitigated, and often bitter ironies." — New York Review of Books "Scholastique Mukasonga has done something extraordinary with her autobiographical work Cockroaches. In straightforward prose over a mere 165 pages, in a binding approximately the size of a 5x7 family photograph, she harnesses four decades of devastating imagery and emotion emanating from the genocide of the Tutsi people in Rwanda. From the heartrending dedication to the last page, Mukasonga holds the reader's aghast but rapt attention through the hardships endured and resilience shown by her family and their fellow refugees... Cockroaches is a haunting love letter to the lost, beautifully written and imbued with controlled emotion, a story to which we should all bear witness." — Lauren O'Brien of Malcolm Avenue Review, in Shelf Awareness "Cockroaches is vital precisely because it reconfigures not only a common understanding of the genocide in Rwanda, but privileged assumptions about peace more generally ... When she left Rwanda, Mukasonga understood that her role was “to live in the name of others.” You get the sense that every sentence in Cockroaches bears this weight and is, therefore, a remarkable achievement." — Lara Pawson, Times Literary Supplement "Heavy, unflinchingly raw, inspiring." — Book Stalker Blog "We are told that Rwanda is now a peaceful country; the ethnic massacres of the 1990s are all behind them now and all is forgotten and forgiven(?). But even before that ethnic cleansing, before the term was even used, there were post-colonial massacres that singled out Tutsis. Told by one who survived and thrived by some miracle [...] Her memories are bitter and I challenge you to read this without tears and wit
