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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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 cheek pressed against the table.
... you're just pretending, you'd be better off hiding your nib in shame, you boozed
-up pen, crazy coleopter, or else tell me the story of your brother scorpion who's
napping a few words away from you in the dictionary, you scarab, but you can't, ...
But their beauty idealizes and destroys their subjects' monstrosity. Anesthetized,
odorless, two-dimensional monsters. Who will tell the truth about what it's like to
be overwhelmed by megalomaniac breasts, to feel the squishiness of a flabby roll
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