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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On a fine spring day much like this one, but even more beautiful, the
bougainvillea arbor was alive with the humming of insects. The embassy gardens
were deserted. It was siesta time. Mama was lying down on a chaise longue, her
eyes half ...
I hate their screams, all screams, everything that shrieks and struggles and fights,
everything that pierces me to the heart, stabs at my memory and makes it bleed
bitterness. Beneath the bougainvillea arbor, horrible, cold violence. A crescendo
Beneath the bougainvillea arbor, horrible, cold violence. A crescendo of abrupt
words I don't understand at all. My mother, beautiful at the height of her
arrogance. The boil has taken over half my chin. I hold my breath so they won't
know I'm ...
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Jacket description: "An international sensation from the moment of its first publication in France, Sweet Death is a novel of heartstopping intensity, black humor, and passion not easily forgotten. A ... Read full review