Morrissey’s Autobiography is nearly a triumph

Posted on 18/10/2013


Morrissey’s Autobiography is nearly a triumph, but ends up mired in moaning | Music |

For its first 150 pages, Autobiography comes close to being a triumph. “Naturally my birth almost kills my mother, for my head is too big,” he writes, and off we go – into the Irish diaspora in the inner-city Manchester of the 1960s, where packs of boys playfully stone rats to death, and “no one we know is on the electoral roll”. In some of the writing, you can almost taste his environment: “Nannie bricks together the traditional Christmas for all to gather and disagree …

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