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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My mother had slipped on her jacket of raw silk, gathered her packages together,
made a few of the usual remarks, deposited a bright red kiss on each of my
cheeks, and closed the door behind her. Left in the armchair where she had been
The footsteps pause in front of each door. He must be reading the names. He's
coming closer. That's it, he's knocking here. Fate pounding at the door. It's fate's
job to intervene just when the protagonists least expect it. And that's what makes
The Student came knocking at my door, and he tried to come in, like the last time.
Then he called my name. How can he possibly know I'm not in Madagascar? Can
he sense my presence? Gin he detect my lies, can he smell the stink from my ...
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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