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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Mother maintains a stoical silence, however, never broaching the subject. We
have lunch together, just the two of us, chatting about literature. She gives me a
lesson in literary history right then and there. Followed by a tiresome fitting
Because of my mother, the Spaniard, and terrible violence. I ran far away so I
wouldn't know any more of what had just happened under the arbor. Even today,
a black hole in my memory. The Moslem cemetery sloped all the way down to the
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 here. I can see the Spaniard full-
face. I'm not afraid of him at all this time, because there's something sad about ...
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