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Everything McEwan writes is well-written, to be sure. And, I think, worth reading. "The Cockroach" begins with a good premise, a kind of reverse "Metamorphosis," where an insect turns into a man, rather than the other way around. The groundwork is laid for some good satire, even if identifying one's political opponents as cockroaches is not particularly, uh, kind. However, McEwan has a few too many targets in mind for the relatively few pages he allocates to his satire. Yes, the Brexit advocates, the French, the American president, tweets, the press, the me-too movement, etc. all are caught on McEwan's barbs, in very rapid succession . . . a bit much. Maybe he should have attempted less . . . or written more.