Ebook {Epub PDF} The Onion Eaters by J.P. Donleavy

THE ONION EATERS by J P DONLEAVY and a great selection of related books, art and collectibles available now at www.doorway.ru As always, Mr. Donleavy seems to run out of a story before he runs out of words and one is numbed by all the organic humor proceeding from kidneys to genitals. But then the onion gives one ""a long life free from heart congestion. Reducing eye wobbling, staggers and diarrhea."" Apparently one must eat lots of Author: Kirkus Reviews.  · Clementine, a polite unkown unsung product of the new world and recently recovered by a miraculous cure from a long decline, alights at an empty crossroads. Standing lonely on its windswept hillside the great turrets and battlements rear in the sky ISBN

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