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 cheeks fall in a flaccid mass, pigmented here and there with oily blackheads
and red veinlets. My eyes are disappearing into grayish-mauve swellings; they've
already lost their shape. No trace of the eyeballs, or the brow ridge. Everything ...
I know how skillfully she'll have made herself up and how natural she'll look, her
cheeks rouged to hide her travel fatigue. The time lags, the shock of different
climates, the interminable succession of wearying evenings don't leave a single ...
Puffy cheeks, sprinkled with unidentifiable pimples. A face like an overleavened
brioche just about to pop. The only depression in this plumpness: the big purplish
-gray circles under my eyes. My dress is way too tight, and I can almost count the
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