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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Soon my cheeks will meet in the middle to form two clumsy buttocks, burying the
cartilage of my nose, still intact, between them. My face will never be grief-
stricken over wrinkles, will never try to halt their inexorable progress with waters
My face will never be etched by time. My face will never tell a story, never reveal
its history. It seems to me that the scorpions in Zohra's legends weren't so bad. I
watch myself getting fatter, I watch myself writing, my head above the mirror, one
The bright lights of the parties never shone as far as the deserted corridor on the
third floor, where the sound of violins in the orchestra died away in faint mewing.
The subdued murmur of worldly conversations barely reached me from the ...
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