![]() ![]() When the cultural attention span tends to butterfly glibly somewhere in the vicinity of reductive caricatures and the currency of self must most frequently be paid over in 140 characters or less – or else – the sprawl of 457 unchaptered pages from He Who Is Professionally Miserable might be an antiquated and somewhat unattractive proposition. Yet more may sometimes be more and, on this particular occasion, more is. AUDITING THOSE DAYS WHEN IT WAS ALL TOO MUCH, OR NOT ENOUGH, OR ALL POINTS NOWHERE AND SOMEWHERE BETWEEN, THE PUBLICATION OF AUTOBIOGRAPHY PROFFERS A QUITE REMARKABLE ACCOUNT OF MORRISSEY’S TROUBLED PASSAGE THROUGH LIFE THUS FAR… ![]() NO MATTER WHERE YOU RUN, YOU JUST END UP RUNNING INTO YOURSELF. ![]()
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