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 memory of animal flesh skinned for the beautification of ladies, the reeking
odor breathed to the point of nausea in blood- spattered nightmares against a
background of ice floes. Those dreams have made me sensitive to the cold. My
... with her fingertips in their white lace gloves. No one ventures to give the alarm.
Just too bad for them. The plane takes off. I'll explode in midflight in fireworks of
candied flesh. Writing drains me. It's time to go explore the Belgian pastry shops.
They're suffocating, their stifled nostrils finally inhale scraps of my skin. They
breathe in thousands of them, because I'm inexhaustible. My poisoned flesh, of
woman born, flesh of her flesh. I'm gluttonous, but passionately fond of my
delirium as ...
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