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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I had come not for the film, but for the candy and ice cream bars during
intermission. For the disturbing sensation of chewing anonymously, slumped
down in my seat. For the lips dancing along the cone or popsicle stick. For the
crazy race ...
The inevitable candy-pink tutu would stand up all by itself on my hair like an
aigrette. Because today I would hardly be able to get it on past my forehead. I'd
offer myself up as a sacrifice to their insatiable gossiping. I'd show them exactly
Respiratory hissing. Suction. Deglutition. Borborygm. Hiccups. Eructation. Candy
apple, lacquered red, sheer delight. Wonderful greasy doughnuts rolled in sugar,
and the cotton candy that is so becoming to the monster. Street fair at Pigalle.
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