by fat cherry » Thu Nov 14, 2013 8:33 am
all abit quiet round here isn't it? my thoughts...
so, finished this the other week but not got round to putting pen to paper as it were. probably the best written autobiography I've read - though not read that many it has to be said - most take the linear route with added opinions on whatever and whoever, and in some cases endless lists of how many drugs they took. The style is as you'd expect from the moz and as every review of it I've read works brilliantly fro the first 150 pages or so - giving you this impressionistic view of the young moz up to the smiths, with several hammer to-crack-a -ut nods to what we know is coming up inthe future. After that we think we know a fair bit and so when details are omitted - as they are throughout - it becomes kind of frustrating as none of our questions are answered, rather theres a few tasty morsels here and there but no complete picture of anything, just the swirling prose with just occasional bitchy comments (to put it mildly). And the only way it works as a whole is if we accept that its written in the moment, this is what he felt - or rather, as with any autobiography or official biog, what he now wants us to believe he felt - at the time. That way, why not rant on like an wounded child for 50 or more pages about the court case and how everyone - judge, the other ex-smiths and even his own legal team have conspired to make his life a misery - why he can berate and belittle mike joyce for not remembering this and that about what was agreed whilst a few pages before he'd happily admitted he and marr had signed contracts willy nilly without having a clue what they contained. As he accuses souixsie souix, he doesn't really like anyone, not even the ones helikes (except Linder, natch). After the case, at some point, he ups and offs to america where we get the more typical list of celeb encounters- but then again this is maybe just the impression of living in los angeles. Having berated Joyce for being childlike he tells us about an encounter with - horror - a possible ghost on the moors and all you can think is that, isnt' that a particular juvenile thing to do, drive up n the moors with your mates, get scared and then hear the tale of whatever bollocks is going on. Towards the end he shifts again - as the endless tours go on we get a side by side litany of chart positions and the transcendental descriptions of concerts and audiences and its like everything is great!!!! , and yet - at the end of it, he's still lonely. So even if that joke isn't funny any more (and hey, he drops the names of his own songs in all over the place so i shall too, well just the one) its all brilliant stuff.