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Loading... Kinski Uncut: The Autobiography of Klaus Kinski (original 1988; edition 1997)by Klaus Kinski, Joachim Neugroschel (Translator)
Work InformationKinski Uncut: The Autobiography of Klaus Kinski by Klaus Kinski (1988)
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Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. No current Talk conversations about this book. The man's writing is just as flamboyant and exaggerated as his acting was. The penultimate egoist, this book reads like a ploy to perpetuate his image, or the image he would like everyone to regard. Half the stuff I just don't believe - he comes off as a sociopath who only randomly excuses his behavior because he has "so much love to give" - but "love" might be a mistranslation of "sex" - because I didn't see any love at all: to his wives, his children, his friends (of which he never mentions). Nonetheless, I enjoyed the nature of Kinski's prose and his tales of extreme poverty throughout his childhood, even up to his early adult years, are intriguing. Painted here is a man who was willing to sacrifice everything for his art - which is about the only redeeming quality of this book.
THE motion picture industry, which has enough trouble producing films worth watching, produces almost no books worth reading. Kinski Uncut is a notable exception. In 323 uncompromisingly pornographic pages, the once volcanic, though now deceased, German actor devotes about 90 per cent of his time to talking about the hundreds of women he seduced in a life that ended in 1991, about 6 per cent of the time evening scores with directors like Werner Herzog, and about 4 per cent of the time discussing his art. Those of us who have long suspected that acting is merely what striking-looking people do when they are not fornicating will be pleased by Kinski's admirable sense of proportion... A boisterously scatological prose stylist, Kinski has written a book that is almost impossible to quote. Suffice to say that Kinski Uncut is the sort of book that would make Henry Miller, Jean Genet and possibly even Charlie Sheen blush. This is first-class depravity... Kinski Uncut is not a book you should give to your girlfriend, your mother-in-law or Bill Bennett. Yet, despite its coarseness, it is probably one of the most compelling books ever written by an actor. In an industry where swaggering thespians are forever publishing ghost-written autobiographies that tell absolutely no tales out of school, Kinski has the nerve to call Billy Wilder a boor, Claude Lelouch a rat and Federico Fellini a cheapskate. Whatever his faults as a human being, he wasn't afraid to speak his mind. Or what passed for a mind.
This autobiography recounts the life of the German actor Klaus Kinski. It tells of his tortured childhood in the poverty of pre-war Berlin - starving, stealing, perpetually frost-bitten - his conscription, at the age of 16, into the German army, the last of World War II, and on through his rise to international stardom as a film actor. No library descriptions found. |
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Hacia ya mucho tiempo que teníamos noticia de estas memorias suyas cuando finalmente, en la primavera de 1991, pudimos leerlas. Comprobamos con estupor que se trataba de una confesión descarada y escandalosamente íntima, escrita sin temor ni pudor, de un hombre exasperado, a la búsqueda incansable de un afecto que jamás supo conseguir o conservar, y cuya ansiedad acabó resolviéndose siempre, a cada instante, en sexo a secas, sin rodeos, sin máscaras, en todas las posibles facetas, hasta sus últimas consecuencias, desde las más triviales y fortuitas hasta las más violentas y sórdidas La obsesión de Kinski por el sexo sólo es comparable a la adicción del heroinómano. Vida y sexo no son sino una y única cosa..
De no ser por la descarnada sinceridad que rezuma todo el libro, el lector podría pensar a priori —tal es el infierno que describe Kinski como propio de su vida— que hay en él simple provocación y escándalo. Pero nadie que lea esta confesión estremecedora, nada halagadora para el autor, puede ser llevado a engaño. Hoy, ya fallecido él a los 65 años, se convierte, además, en un valioso documento autobiográfico.