"Chevillard's hideous protagonist, called Crab, tumbles haphazardly through the book's 52 split-second chapters, ricocheting from one curious situation to the next. . . . The book is a post-modernist's playground, as its author piles on the paradoxes until coherence is left bar behind. . . . Dizzying fun."—New York Times Book Review

"A funny, cryptic, disturbing mosaic portrayal of a nondescript man whose stunted life reveals itself as an amalgam of alternatively possible experiences and obsessions. . . . It's a work of surrealist fantasy given flesh and weight by the very real and very human longing that Chevillard locates in even his phlegmatic underground man's dafter flights of fancy. Out of Becket and Kafka, and, despite that fact, a work of high and exhilarating originality."—Kirkus