Sweet Death: A Novel
Told with dazzling narrative brilliance and the haunting power of an impassioned soliloquy, an astonishing parable of a woman's obsession of sweets and delicacies is seen. A novel of heartstopping intensity, black humor and passion not easily forgotten.
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The Spaniard. I recognized him immediately. And yet I'd seen him only once
before: a memorable occasion. I was very young at the time. Zohra was
supposed to put me to bed, but I managed to elude her and burst into the drawing
Because of my mother, the Spaniard, and terrible violence. I ran far away so I
wouldn't know any more of what had just happened under the arbor. Even today,
a black hole in my memory. The Moslem cemetery sloped all the way down to the
An unsuspected and relentless insomniac, I've wandered through all the hidden
passageways of solitude without ever meeting a living soul. Except one time. Just
one. There was the Spaniard. But right now I'm too thirsty. My page has had its ...
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