Jesus Christ Kinski
A Novel about a Film about a Performance about Jesus
Benjamin Myers
Having read it
★★★☆☆
An interesting exercise in writing, research and memoir-like perspectives in its intermission; it is even interesting up to a point but am just not sure where that point intended, or was meant, to be and so not unlike its subject matter.
A good passage
Every reincarnation has its consequence.
The ultimate acting is to destroy yourself.
A second good passage
What a time, as the common saying went, to be alive. But also, in some ways, business as usual, for humanity is nothing if not consistent in its permanent state of self-created conflict.
A third good passage
And now, when he [the author] walked through the diminished drifts of snow and ice that gathered in the clefts where the drystone walls met the ground, he found himself thinking about Klaus Kinski and various topics relating to him.
These included:[...]
– The look on his agent’s face when he told her that he was writing a book that was neither novel, biography nor memoir.
– And, furthermore, the fact that said book was to be about the dead German actor Klaus Kinski, but was also, increasingly, becoming about the writer himself, even though his life was entirely comprised of writing, walking, and looking at sleet and bird feeders.
– And who wanted to read that?