What:
Kinski Uncut: The Autobiography of Klaus Kinski
Where:
Here
How much:
Around AUD $75 (can that be right?)
I genuinely don't like to call shit on other people's work. It's like Neil Young sings in 'Ambulance Blues', So all you critics sit alone / you're no better than me for what you've shown. And I wholeheartedly concur... even though that song totally sucks dogs balls (kidding).
Seriously though, having said that, I have to tell you right now that Klaus Kinski's autobiography Kinski Uncut is by far the biggest steaming clump of horse-shit I have ever had the misfortune of reading in my entire life. It's completely preposterous and I'll tell you why: he has sex with someone on every single page! I'm not exaggerating! Without fail, on every page of the book, he indiscriminately bangs some woman in 'the bushes'.
It is so profoundly absurd, so supernaturally ridiculous a memoir that you actually can't stop reading. That's the worst part; you'll finish it. Your eyes will drink up every last word until finally you turn that last page and realise you've been robbed, robbed by a dead lunatic with a zipper for a mouth.
Format: Book
Motivation: Kill twenty minutes dead
Keywords: autobiography
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