The Convalescent

“One of the most amusing and poignant anti-heroes since Gunter Grass’s The Tin Drum ” lives up to his misfit heritage in this ribald debut ( Spike Magazine ).   Ask Rovar Ákos Pfliegman about himself and he’ll say: “I have no life. I have no known relatives, no known friends. I’m barely human. I’m a hairy little Hungarian pulp. I am a sorry gathering of organs. That is all.” But there is more to Rovar than meets the eye. He has a pet beetle named Mrs. Kipner, he is a butcher plagued by rare