Editorial reviews


The real problem is that Morrissey is an unreliable witness to his own life. You don’t trust his account of pretty much anything.

Morrissey is a pop star of unusual writing talent, but he’s written a usual sort of pop-star memoir: fascinating until he achieves true power and earns enough money to want to protect it, at which point it turns dull and sometimes petty.

It is as exasperating, coruscating, thrilling and deflating as its creator.

It is certainly the best written musical autobiography since Bob Dylan’s Chronicles, and like that book it evokes a sense of what it must be like to dwell within such an extraordinary mind.