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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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.
Such cute little monsters, such pretty pictures of them, all the better to keep their
scandalous and ill-proportioned flesh at a safe distance. Extraordinary photos, of
course. But their beauty idealizes and destroys their subjects' monstrosity.
His cold silence whenever he looked down at me from the height of his Viking
splendor, me, the brown-haired dwarf with the dull and already oily complexion,
me, the ignorant little monster who looked back at him with eyes the color of snuff,
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