Book of the Year Sunday Times, Daily Telegraph, The Times, Evening Standard ‚A compelling read from one of the greatest artists of our time‘ Evening Standard ‚Anderson stopped his enchanting first memoir, Coal Black Mornings, just short of the band’s brilliant early 1990s breakthrough. Here, he handles their operatic rise and fall with the same thoughtful grace, picking through the paraphernalia of addiction, fame and ego with self-lacerating honesty and a lyrical eye for time and place‘ Sunday Times ‚Honest and lyrical . . . Anderson, in his lyrics, has always been fantastic at capturing the sleaze of underground city living and he does the same here . . . Anderson’s writing is as he is in real life: sharp, unsparing and sensitive‘ Miranda Sawyer, Observer ‚Anderson conjures a cracked and confused persona, fumbling his way through a bizarre early adulthood, by turns gleefully hedonistic and wantonly self-destructive, hardworking and profligate, egotistical and insecure, a character more likely to be seen shuffling around in a dressing-grown smoking fags and staring out the window than prancing on the stage‘ Guardian
ISBN: 978-0-349-14364-4
