Jesus Christ Kinski is extraordinary. It is an assault. It is an affront to decency. It is Klaus Kinski, right there on the page. It is hateful. And I loved reading it. It takes real daring to take on such a subject and real skill to carry it off with so much humanity. The talent of Benjamin Myers is something to behold.

SAM JORDISON

A tour de force of literary ventriloquism … His intense, double-edged fiction reminds us again of how exciting – in the right hands – the novel can be

OBSERVER

The book's achievement lies in the throbbing life force of Kinski himself. His is a dark star, close to collapse. It offers no guiding light but continues to burn five decades on

NEW STATESMAN

A compelling autofictional account which exerts a strange charm … Plunges us into Kinski's fevered mind … A riot of salty vituperation

GUARDIAN

Brilliant ... The bravura stylistic flourishes, the wild imagination, the conjuring of a damaged and maddening psyche – this book is strange and electrifying ... When Myers's Kinski – vituperative, committed, possessed – grabs us by the neck and spits in our faces, deep down we know it's what we deserve ... One of our brightest young novelists

DAILY TELEGRAPH

A furious, erratic voice, speaking to itself in lonely lines ... The words of a genius, delivered by the mouth of a drunk. Sometimes they look like poetry, sometimes they verge on prose. Sometimes the letters go completely astray and come out like chunks of vomit on the page. Past and present collide, inner and outer monologue muddle, but no one escapes Kinski's ire

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