This book is superb: There isn't a bigger Morrissey fan alive, but our own Chris Heath finds the crooner's autobiographical epic to be just as dour, over-the-top, and frustrating as even the man's staunchest devotees.
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Review: Morrissey is brilliant when Autobiography is a book by the British singer-songwriter Morrissey, published in October Controversially, it was published under the Penguin Classics imprint. It was a number one best-seller in the UK and received polarised reviews, with certain reviewers hailing it as brilliant writing and others decrying it as overwrought and self.
The singer's dreadful debut Not content with being voted the greatest northern male ever, the second greatest living British icon (he lost out to David Attenborough) and granted the freedom of the city of Tel Aviv, Morrissey is now out to demonstrate that he can write the kind of burnished prose no other singer on the planet could aspire to.
My childhood is wave There's more to life than books you know: Morrissey's Autobiography Alas – and here Penguin's complete abdication of authority comes to the fore – such passages recede.
AA Gill's caustic review of Morrissey's In “Autobiography,” Morrissey praises Marr as “quite obviously gifted and almost unnaturally multitalented,” but the mechanics of how they built songs are elided, and we get insight.
Less uneven than Morrissey's often Autobiography is written entirely in his own distinctive Moz tongue, the language he’s quipped in since his earliest interviews, mixing up self-mockery and hubris. He wrings his hands over.
While Autobiography was fascinating,
There isn't a bigger Morrissey fan alive, but our own Chris Heath finds the crooner's autobiographical epic to be just as dour, over-the-top, and frustrating as even the man's staunchest devotees.