It seems strikingly unlikely.
And if it has been re-issued by a new publisher, don't you think the cheap SOBs could have paid for cover art that wasn't an obvious mash-up of a Planet of the Apes publicity still and that widely-internetted wallpaper of a sexy Japanese nurse riding a motorcycle and shooting a gun?
Still, Klopstein -- whose suicide by blow-gun at the Christlike age of 33 is still an open wound among historians of American literature -- deserves attention.
We ourselves treasure our dog-eared copy of Klopstein's Once More the Cicatrice. As we recall, it gave us quite a thrill in our adolescence, although it would no doubt be tame by today's standards.
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