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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What am I doing here, when I have nothing to learn from them? They make me
laugh, they're so unaware, so serious, so frivolous. I wish I could slice open my
belly with my beak, like the allegorical pelican, and watch them run screaming
I watch myself getting fatter, I watch myself writing, my head above the mirror, one
cheek pressed against the table. Seen upside-down, the pen nib is a tiny beetle
held prisoner by my huge fingers, and yet it's agile, proceeding by fits and starts ...
From the cafe terrace where I've just consumed a mound of ice cream as baroque
as my surroundings, I can watch his game and the tourists' reactions. He's
interested in his profit, cranking out photos without noticing their subjects, but his
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