Kinski's rather wilful mishearing is indicative of his stance throughout the book.His autobiography offers an uninhibited portrayal of self-centredness and excess.In almost every paragraph, another woman is "conquered" (in unstinting biological detail), another fast car is discarded because its owner has tired of the colour. Kinski emerges not so much as a selfish man but as, in the pure sense, a solipsist. He seems literally unable to imagine that the rest of the world does not perceive events as he does, that other people are not simply extensions of his own personality.When his 2nd wife leaves him, Kinski tells us that he searched for her in drawers, in the ice-box...He could not conceive of her as a person in his own right, but as a part of the fabric of his personal universe.Daughter Nastassja breaks down in tears with the words "You don't love me".Kinski is thunderstruck, apparently unaware that he hasn't mentioned her role in his life for about 20 years; she wasn't there in front of him, so he ceased to think of her. Kinski's compulsion to devour every sensual experience before him makes for chilling reading - seeking refuge in the mysogynist's excuse "I love all women", he even casually dismisses an accusation of rape, again unaware that other people do not see the world as he does. And yet, the intensity with which Kinski records his emotions somehow makes him a perversely sympathetic figure.As his second wife rebukes him, Kinski is "too, too, too"...Too passionate,too selfish, too generous,too honest, Kinski's self-destructive excess made it impossible for others to be close to him without being consumed by the strength of his capricious passions.He ends the book alone and lonely, largely because he made it impossible for others to be with him, and yet he leaves the reader angry, moved and entranced.