FOWLERS END (337 pp.)Gerald Kersh Simon & Schuster ($3.95).
Just as products containing poison are required to carry a warning label, this book should be wrapped in a band warning the weak of stomach that the characters, language, incidents and atmosphere are apt to induce acute nausea. Yet for those who can take it, the book provides the grisly fascination which clings to any dissection of rottenness. Fowlers End is a fictional section of London so far gone in vice, filth and despair that its inhabitants seem bent on denying that they are human. Hogarth would have shuddered at the thought of...
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