Book Review: 'List of the Lost' by Morrissey
[Spoilers lie ahead] image generated by Craiyon It is difficult, these days, to read a review of Morrissey's recorded output that isn't also a review of the man and his opinions on hot-button political and social issues, from which his art, we are told, is inseparable. Among these commentators, you will find a coterie of middle-aged journalists and bloggers whose callow teenage years are immutably anchored in the mid-late 1980s and the early 90s; men and women who are now putting down roots in middle age, whose personalities, social conscience, sense of aesthetics, and even their vegetarianism were informed by the charismatic Smiths frontman. When speaking of Morrissey, these writers will often convey a wounded sense of betrayal that is either tacitly admitted, or that simmers just below the surface – a resentment that someone who exerted such a profound influence over their formative years now no longer feels as they do, if indeed he ever did. Morrissey's devotees are fewe...