It took him more than 10 years, but in October of last year the Pope of Mope finally presented us with his 457 page masterpiece.
Of course any book written by Morrissey wasn’t going to be conventional. Controversially published under Penguin Classics, the book is devoid of chapters and unusually long in comparison to your average musician’s autobiography.
Opinion will always be divided when it comes to Moz, but whether you think his writing is pretentious and self-indulgent or eloquent and witty, it is indisputably fascinating; all this time people have wondered: what on earth goes on in the mind of Morrissey? Well now we have a small insight into his world of love, hate, angst and music.
With each line of a beautiful poetic nature, it feels like reading the lyrics to one long Smiths’ song. He writes of the cruelty and oppression of his school days in bleak Manchester, battling depression and his first relationship – in his 30s with a man. To most this will certainly be of interest as so much mystery has surrounded Morrissey’s sexuality for a long time. He never holds back in expressing his hatred for meat eaters, royalty and well, most things, but he also tells us tales of friendships, love affairs and an obsession with the New York Dolls. Those reading purely for the Smiths will be disappointed, as only a small portion of the book is dedicated to this phase of Morrissey’s life in contrast to the lengthy court trial in which drummer Mike Joyce sued Morrissey and Marr for royalties. Moz’s adventures range from hanging out with David Bowie to ghostly encounters and being offered roles on Eastenders and Friends. It is accurate to say he has led a fairly unusual life.
Autobiography is honest, brutal and hilarious, like Morrissey himself, and is a beautifully written account of the remarkable life of a true poet.