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 indecent animal music of the rodent with a human face. How noisy the body
is when the mind decides to listen in. And what enigmatic company. Thursday
evening. The clientele of this tearoom on Rue de Rivoli consists largely of women
Tearoom, Rue de Rivoli. They've gotten used to my presence. As the best patron
of the establishment, I'm entitled to certain considerations. They graciously offer
me a liqueur-filled chocolate, they have me taste something new on the menu, ...
And while I'm busy writing, with a delicious frangipane sitting on the table in front
of me, the other customers in the tearoom must be thinking, as my mother used to
remark to me on the plane, that I could learn to be a little more discreet.
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