I’ve very much enjoyed Morrissey’s Autobiography. Always quotable, he always seemed to be indirect and evasive during the 80s Smiths heyday – so it’s a treat to read his story in his own words.
There are vague allusions to sexuality, fascinating glimpses into the origins of cherished songs, a lengthy and cathartic account of court case bitterness and an alarming number of premature deaths – all wrapped up in flowery prose and charming wit.
As for being on the Penguin Classics imprint, I’d like to think that’s mischief rather than vanity – but it’s probably both.
