A review by hibo
A Death: Notes of a Suicide by Zalman Shneour

5.0

“I’ve been hiding it for almost two weeks now, right here in my pocket, the instrument of my ultimate demise; the slaughtering blade of the Angel of Death: the revolver. My revolver is smooth and as cold as death itself, and when I gaze into its deep, dark barrel I feel the Angel of Death, eternal and mute, staring back at me with one of its thousand eyes, glaring as only the empty eye sockets of a skull can glare.”