Viv Albertine
Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys
Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys
Another autobiography by someone who doesn't like them and justifies it with humour... "Anyone who writes an autobiography is either a twat or broke. I'm a bit of both". It sets the scene for Viv's extremely honest (I can only assume!) and laugh out loud / wince / become tearful story. The other scene setter is the first chapter "Masturbation". Recognising that some will want to skip to the juicy bits instead of reading nearly 400 pages Viv also has a "for those in a hurry" guide to pages with references to sex, drugs and punk rock. A good ploy as if you'd just picked this up in a book shop or library the dozen or so pages on each subject will make you want to read the whole book. The read is riotous for the 1st half being about youth and Viv's time in The Slits. Then gets more embroiled in life with responsibilities and serious relationships including parenthood. And out the other end. Some parts are extremely honest and Viv bares all her emotions. Of course you can never know how much is narrating what the teller wants the reader to think and it will have her slant to what she went through. Nevertheless a fascinating read and one that I wanted to read since reading her later book To Throw Away Unopened.
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