Klaus Kinski’s autobiography. 1996 edition.
Have you read Kinski’s autobiography? The above covers aren’t much to look at but no design would be able to do the book’s contents justice. Kinski Uncut—the version that I have—is at once completely vile and completely fantastic. After a slow-ish start, it picks up steam as it becomes a formless catalog of the author’s sexual exploits some of which are completely fantastical. By the end, he manages to find true love and that is as creepy as his random sexual encounters.
Both of these editions are long out of print but it would be unfair of me to discuss this without giving you a taste of it so here are a few excerpts. I should warn you that if you’re not into smut or filth, you might want to skip the remainder of this post, but if you have even a passing interest in either, this should be gold to you. First up, a young Klaus shares an intimate moment with his older sister.
This one is a bit long but well worth your attention. The set up is simple: while in India to make some shitty movie, Kinski visits a “special” whore.
One more.
chained and perfumed 
cyrus read that book. if i had known that this kind of stuff was in it at the time he was reading it i would have hit him over the head with it. just sayin.
It’s nothing but this kind of stuff. I never hear the word “taut” without thinking about Kinski’s sex life. He loved describing girl’s asses as taut. He also liked “bodacious.”