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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When I wish that the sugar had already finished me off. My body would then drift
along a river of syrup, at whose mouth death would bring an end to the sticky
elasticity of Sundays. I would float in the sweetness of eternal honey, a candied ...
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.
But they've come rather late to this voyage to the end of sugar. Me, I'm ahead of
schedule, I'm skipping years of fuss, the little game of seduction at the age of
twenty, the mirage of love, the bitterness of broken dreams. I've already had a
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