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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His long, delicate, slightly bony hands make me think of the subtle elegance of a
distinguished pianist who would unconsciously transform everything he touched.
The ordinary table service in the tearoom becomes crystal or porcelain in his ...
effleurage — that light touch in massage — and also that rare capacity of giving
and feeling everything in one gentle stroke. Lying flat on the fake marble tabletop,
my fingers look like shameless sausages, pale and obscene, bunching up ...
But one cannot deny one's species with impunity, and now my bones are
dissolving in the formaldehyde of a final, definitive fatigue. My overburdened
spine is giving way; soon I will touch the ground. I will creep along, beaten down
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