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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Even though she always found ways to criticize everything wherever we lived
abroad, her culinary snobbishness leads her to prefer exotic cookery. I didn't eat
anything this time. My palate didn't have to put up with those hot, peppery flavors
effleurage — that light touch in massage — and also that rare capacity of giving
and feeling everything in one gentle stroke. Lying flat on the fake marble tabletop,
my fingers look like shameless sausages, pale and obscene, bunching up ...
I hate their screams, all screams, everything that shrieks and struggles and fights,
everything that pierces me to the heart, stabs at my memory and makes it bleed
bitterness. Beneath the bougainvillea arbor, horrible, cold violence. A crescendo
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