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Monday, 21 October 2013

Day 768 - Reviewer of the Reviewers - Written by Morrissey (with some additional bits by TRB)

*The setting is the living room belonging to the former lead singer of 80's band The Smiths (and newly published author), Morrissey. Morrissey is sitting in an arm chair sipping tea. He is in the company of his Director of Music, Boz Boorer, and former novelist, Michael Bracewell. Bracewell is reading out loud an online newspaper review by The Independent's Alex Niven, of Morrissey's newly published book, Autobiography. It is present day*

Mikey Bracewell: ..."More to the point, Morrissey’s micro-critique of mainstream English literature and its hide-bound poets and novelists offers a pre-emptive strike against those critics grumbling about the fact that Autobiography has been published via the hallowed Penguin Classics imprint... "

*the seminal artiste juts out his jaw, nodding gently*

*Boz Boorer nods forcefully, spilling a little coffee down his West Ham shirt*

*the seminal artiste rolls his eyes and sighs*

Mikey Bracewell: ..."For Boyd Tonkin, writing in this paper, Penguin’s decision to release the book as a Classic undermined '67 years of editorial rigueur and learning'. The Guardian’s John Harris was less damning in his review, but even he criticised the apparent, 'lack of editing'."

*the seminal artiste shakes his head, smirking, yet with pensive eyes.*

*Boz Boorer tuts and rolls his eyes, nodding at Morrissey*

Mikey Bracewell: May I miss out a brief passage, Morr-ee-say?

Morrissey: Which rag is it?

Mikey Bracewell: The Independent...

Independent newspaper

Morrissey: Permission granted.

Mikey Bracewell: *gazes down the webpage*... ah yes, "What is so refreshing about Morrissey’s Autobiography is its very messiness, its deliriously florid, overblown prose style-"

Morrissey: Cunt.

Mikey Bracewell: -"its unwillingness to kowtow to a culture of literary formula and commercial pigeon-holing...."

*the iconic star brushes back his quiff, gazing sagely into space, then, lost in contemplation, sighs in agreement, or in recognition, or otherwise in disappointment*

Mikey Bracewell: ..."A heavy-handed editor mindful of the book’s Classic branding might have abridged it down into a sedate, prize-worthy volume void of idiosyncrasy and colour. Thankfully – and yes, most likely because of Morrissey’s celebrity clout and reputation for intransigence – no such airbrushing has taken place."

Morrissey: A thoughtful and mostly true piece. I'd give that dreary hack 8/10 for effort and 5/10 for achievement. A semi-cunt among cunts. Print it out and place it on the Not For Revenge pile MikeyI think he's realised my little book is about to redefine the literary zeitgeist in the same way as my songs once redefined the musical zeitgeist.

Mikey Bracewell: Once did, Morr-ee-say?

*Mikey Bracewell gazes upon the artiste's oakish features unblinkingly, wondering*

Morrissey: One can only redefine the zeitgeist once in any field of art by giving oneself entirely to it. Afterwards one's entire self is expressed in the art, so therefore how can one's own self change it again? One instantly becomes like a detonated hydrogen bomb... impotent, melted, unable to do anything of note ever again.

Boz Boorer: I didn't know you were impotent, sir!

Morrissey: For fuck's sake. Help the illiterate meat eater, Mikey. I'm afraid my own literary genius, Penguin Classics etc, cannot condescend to such levels of woeful ineptitude; it would be like Newton trying to mark GCSE homework in Clapton. 

Mikey Bracewell: Morr-ee-say is speaking metaphorically, Boz.

Boz Boorer: Does his doctor know?

*Mikey smiles thinly*

Morrissey: Nice to know at least one hack can appreciate the iconoclasm and complexity of the book, and can comprehend the notion of the book not having to hide itself under the duvet of literary conventionality... edited beyond an inch of its soul.

Mikey Bracewell: Yes, Morr-ee-say. Of course they have no idea that, as editor, I had to do almost nothing-

Morrissey: -Almost?

Mikey Bracewell: Well, I did have to edit out a few of the fascinating and mesmerisings-

Morrissey: -But none of the extraordinaries, I hope?

Mikey Bracewell: It's a shame Penguin didn't fully appreciate your ironic-yet-sincere use of the words, Morr-ee-say. Irony, with sincere intent.. it hasn't been done before.

Morrissey: If I'd wanted literary nous, true appreciation of one's ...
*the artiste waves his hand aloft, seeking inspiration from the skies*

Morrissey: ... of one's... of one's... essence... then... one would have chosen Faber! I realise Penguin Classics is rather lowbrow in so many ways, but this shouldn't necessarily be an obstacle in one's pursuit of literary perfection. Yes, they failed to grasp the structural importance of the M- and F- words; and yes they failed to understand irony-with-sincere-intent as a grand concept, but frankly what would one expect of a label happy to publish the dreariness that is Hans Christian Andersen? Besides, with Winter coming, I need the coppers, what with the ever-rising overheads and severe levels of true inflation. At least Penguin Classics will guarantee a certain old pop singer, and now major author, won't have to switch the lights off early on his next self-financed South American tour, won't have to truncate set-lists, won't have to shiver, yet again, in the house all January.

Boz Boorer: I thought you had four houses, sire?

Morrissey: Shut up, Boz. Haven't you got a washboard to clean, or a whistle to wet?

Mikey Bracewell: Penguin Classics. It's splendid isn't it?

*Mikey holds up the book like an old antique in a shop, admiring the simple elegance of the black cover with blue portrait*

Boz Boorer: What did that journalist from the Independent write again, sir...what makes Autobiography great is its very messiness?...  now why can't Petridis realise the same is true of Years of Refusal, sir?

Morrissey: A fascinating point, Boz. Petriditis did once write in The Guardi.., The Guardia..., that dreadful rag that he works for, that one singer, whom I can't remember at all, was fabulous because he...or it might have been a she, sang OUT OF TUNE. Now in that context, isn't it a little hypocritical for the same publication to criticise a writer for being unable to write, as John Harris has apparently done? And not to mention ironic, in the case of a certain icon.

Mikey Bracewell: *smiles, sips some tea, squeezes his lips gently together*

Morrissey: Hmm, Harris.... isn't that the cunt that gave Quarry a bad review? Philistine.

*Mikey nods invitingly*

Morrissey: Typical Hack. Perhaps if he would wash his hair and lose some weight, he would grow to love my recent output. I'm afraid one's days of churning out tenement block poems and bedsit melancholia for the greasy-haired and plump are long-gone. Old Harris will need to adjust his perceptions, have a proper wash and go on a diet, if he intends to benefit from one's more recent works...

Boz Boorer:  Sir, five stars in the Telegraph. This one doesn't even complain about your poor grammar.

Morrissey:  That's not my poor grammar, old son - it's Mikey's. He's the editor and he's to blame... from THAT perspective...

Mikey Bracewell: Well, I-

Morrissey: -Besides, there is a reason the cunt can't get a novel published for love nor money, you know. Perhaps it has something to do with his more prosaic, less DELIRIOUSLY FLORID style... I'm more than happy to arrange a few creative writing lessons for you Mikey, if you're interested of course...

*Morrissey strokes his own chin*

Mikey Bracewell: I don't think-

Morrissey: -Yes, five stars in the Telegraph. There, you see. Short hair. Decent incomes. Nice detached houses in the Cheshire green belt. Successful in their own fields. One's modern fanbase. None of these whingeing, greasy-haired left wing music hacks and council house wasters... Harris is, I'm afraid, like Petriditis, making a grave mistake. Credibility in tatters. Career in its terminal phase. Wheezing at rest. On home oxygen. Harris and Petriditis: they are to I as The Christian Monitor was to Old Oscar.

Mikey Bracewell: Dreadful men.

Morrissey:  Barely. Garrulous fame-whores... tarts... loose women...

Boz Boorer:  I had no idea you were so good at writing, sir. To have a Penguin Classic in your own life time is fascinating-

Morrissey: -Poor choice of words there , Boz old son. By fascinating, I presume you actually meant 

*The fascinating artiste licks his lips in mesmerizing fashion, looking jaded*

Boz Boorer: ... Sorry sir, I meant to say extraordinary, of course sire, how silly of me to get that wrong again. I was just about to say, sir, that you're up there with Tolstoy, Enid Blyton, Agatha Christie and Roald Dahl now, sir. 

*Boz pauses momentarily, searching for inspiration to continue this speech*

Boz Boorer: ...Up there with the greats, up there with some of your true inspirations like Jane Austen and Lord Lucan...

*the artiste taps his fingers on the coffee table irascibly before bursting into uncontrollable laugher*

Boz Boorer:  You look genuinely thrilled, sir. To be mentioned alongside Agatha Christie must be a real honour.

*Mikey Bracewell raises an eyebrow, sips his tea and smiles to himself*


  1. Nice to see the extended remix, Rats. However, it looks like a few corrections still need to be made. Let me know if you'd like a list (don't worry, it's not nearly as long as the previous one!).

    1. *sighs* Go on then, if you REALLY must!

    2. Sorry, here goes:

      This wasn't in the original corrections, but Mikey's first sentence contains "grumbling about that fact that". Presumably this should read: "grumbling about THE fact that".

      When Morrissey says, "thoughtful and mostly true piece" the beginning 'A' got cut off.

      "Not for Revenge pile": 'pile' shouldn't be italicized and 'Mikey' should come after it, as requested in the corrections.

      Boz: "what makes autobiography great is its very messiness" ('its' shouldn't have an apostrophe and 'autobiography' should have a capital A).

      #9 in the corrections added a sentence after Morrissey says, "as John Harris has apparently done".

      Thanks, Rats. Hopefully this will finalize bringing the piece up to Our Mozzer's standards. Many thanks to you both.

  2. Rat's input and Our Mozzer's corrections have created a mesmerizing piece.

    Viva Parody!

  3. Found something amazing, Rat!!!!!

    Class sign, missed again!!!!!

    Look -,_The_End_Of_Days_1.html

    Michael Bracewell gives a low-key video presentation in March 2013 with something obviously designed to look like a blue rose in his pocket! It's probably a handkerchief, but it could easily be a silk rose in blue. It looks exactly like a rose and he must have designed it to look that way!!!!!!! Couldn't be chance!!!!!


    Jon. Love the story btw rat.

    1. wow,i notice what looks like a blue rose on mikey,also I notice a picture shaking on the wall,also a woman crying.Hmmm,i don't see a spanner,but is this what log lady meant in her cryptic message?


    2. What a find! Well done 'Jon', an amazing piece to 'stumble' across. Not only does it l'OO'k like Michael Bracewell is wearing a Blue Rose, but Violet is right, that is DEFINITELY a woman crying. Bracewell's words are also particularly interesting, "Popular culture... it always contains an element of premonition. Our society has become far more technological, a virtual reality, and I think that art responds to that scientific progress, by looking more and more towards the unknown, looking towards the idea of that which cannot be controlled."

      If Bracewell ISN'T Log Lady, I'll eat RosyMires' hat! Here is a Bracewell lecture that I've just found:


  4. Grr my comments keep doing one.. i will comment in full when i get home but just for your info people my BLUE "city undies" sometimes bunch up like a rose best regards, manc lad

  5. Life is way too short to read all this blurb AND opininated comments etc, let us us cut to the chase, the book was beyond stunning. End off. Made me think OW was on M's coatails twas so good. FACT BRS is growing


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