International film star Klaus Kinski (Dr. Zhivago) writes a memoir that defies the genre of the conventional autobiography. His story is nothing less than an explicit, sometimes shocking and disturbing history of his own sexual obsession.
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International film star Klaus Kinski (Dr. Zhivago) writes a memoir that defies the genre of the conventional autobiography. His story is nothing less than an explicit, sometimes shocking and disturbing history of his own sexual obsession.
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Add this copy of All I Need is Love to cart. $297.50, very good condition, Sold by Salish Sea Books rated 5.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Bellingham, WA, UNITED STATES, published 1988 by Random House Publishing.
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Very Good in a Very Good dust jacket; Hardcover; Dust jacket is clean and intact with no tears, and has not been price-clipped (Now fitted with a new, Brodart jacket protector); Very light overall wear to the boards with minor fading to the bottom edges of boards; All three textblock sides are unblemished; The endpapers and text pages are all clean and unmarked; The binding is excellent with a straight spine; This book will be shipped in a sturdy cardboard box with foam padding; Medium Format (8.5"-9.75" tall); 1.3 lbs; White dust jacket with drawing illustration of jacket with title in red lettering; 1988, Random House Publishing; 265 pages; "All I Need Is Love, " by Klaus Kinski.
Add this copy of All I Need is Love to cart. $433.00, good condition, Sold by Found Books rated 5.0 out of 5 stars, ships from AUSTIN, TX, UNITED STATES, published 1988 by Random House.
Add this copy of All I Need Is Love to cart. $7,178.00, new condition, Sold by Rich Books rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Everett, WA, UNITED STATES, published 1988 by Random House (NY).
Very much deserving of it notoriety. Kinski is either raging about people he doesn't like or making love to seemingly random women in coffee shops, gardens, toilets... Never dull, in fact whenever there's a page or two without Kinski detailing his latest sexual exploit one tends to wonder what's up. I'm not sure how believable it all it is, for a man with a face only his mother could love he did remarkably well with the fairer sex. No matter, it's so outlandish it's brilliant. Shame he isn't still around.
