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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All I know of the world is the impersonal luxury of sumptuous consular apartments
, the long trails of red carpet in deserted corridors, the gleaming perspective of
polished parquet floors, and the unfathomable abyss of vast mirrors reflecting an
Books, the barometers and mirrors of my moods. Books skimmed indiscriminately
. Books deciphered by moonlight on a deserted balcony. Books galore. Enough
to make my eyes and memory explode. Books, solitary pleasure, never shared.
The embassy gardens were deserted. It was siesta time. Mama was lying down
on a chaise longue, her eyes half closed, her arms draped over the sides of the
chair, her legs slightly apart beneath her skirt of straw-yellow organdy. Crouching
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Jacket description: "An international sensation from the moment of its first publication in France, Sweet Death is a novel of heartstopping intensity, black humor, and passion not easily forgotten. A ... Read full review