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I came to this thread hoping to get perspective on this Goodbye to Morrissey
I immediately find it unreadable and overwrought and discursive to the point of reading like some obscure doctoral dissertation.
It's mostly just over idiosyncratic philosophy jamble and every now and then Morrissey's name is mentioned, just to seemingly refocus and anchor it back to the subject. I assumed since someone put this much work into a text about Morrissey, it would illuminate things I had forgotten or missed.
For instance:
I always assumed Girlfriend in a Coma was about Morrissey trying to kill his girlfriend, botching it and she falls into a coma and he's asking the doctor about her recovery while feigning his concern, hoping she doesn't wake up because he would then be reported to the police by her-
Volkmar writes: "The protagonist defends his love, despite the trauma, which he in short describes, calls out, the rage, the feeling of being held up ridicule, the pain that eats way into his love, shattering it (I still love you, oh I still love you/...only slightly less than I used to.)
Seems to be missing the point.
Also there are easy key points to cover in addressing and dispelling the controversy over him being "racist", not even mentioned from what I have scanned from the book so far - things like: Joyce on television saying Morrissey is clearly not racist, or say the anti- Trump tirade Trump Shifters of the World with accompanying background anti-Trump stage image projected, or even just a reminder of the opening lyrics to You Are the Quarry etc. etc.
I purchased this book yesterday, so clearly I was somewhat enthusiastic about it, I thought it would be rock writing but through the lens of continental philosophy and critical theory, which would seem interesting and from an ostensibly different angle, but it's all just mostly impenetrable tightly formatted meandering text . . .
I think the title says a lot, it could have been a more romantic "Farwell To Morrissey", but it's "Goodbye To Morrissey", which seems to reveal an author reveling in Morrissey being easily disposable by this point (well, to him at least).
You think a book about one's favorite artist would practically read itself within hours, but it just makes me exhausted.
I immediately find it unreadable and overwrought and discursive to the point of reading like some obscure doctoral dissertation.
It's mostly just over idiosyncratic philosophy jamble and every now and then Morrissey's name is mentioned, just to seemingly refocus and anchor it back to the subject. I assumed since someone put this much work into a text about Morrissey, it would illuminate things I had forgotten or missed.
For instance:
I always assumed Girlfriend in a Coma was about Morrissey trying to kill his girlfriend, botching it and she falls into a coma and he's asking the doctor about her recovery while feigning his concern, hoping she doesn't wake up because he would then be reported to the police by her-
Volkmar writes: "The protagonist defends his love, despite the trauma, which he in short describes, calls out, the rage, the feeling of being held up ridicule, the pain that eats way into his love, shattering it (I still love you, oh I still love you/...only slightly less than I used to.)
Seems to be missing the point.
Also there are easy key points to cover in addressing and dispelling the controversy over him being "racist", not even mentioned from what I have scanned from the book so far - things like: Joyce on television saying Morrissey is clearly not racist, or say the anti- Trump tirade Trump Shifters of the World with accompanying background anti-Trump stage image projected, or even just a reminder of the opening lyrics to You Are the Quarry etc. etc.
I purchased this book yesterday, so clearly I was somewhat enthusiastic about it, I thought it would be rock writing but through the lens of continental philosophy and critical theory, which would seem interesting and from an ostensibly different angle, but it's all just mostly impenetrable tightly formatted meandering text . . .
I think the title says a lot, it could have been a more romantic "Farwell To Morrissey", but it's "Goodbye To Morrissey", which seems to reveal an author reveling in Morrissey being easily disposable by this point (well, to him at least).
You think a book about one's favorite artist would practically read itself within hours, but it just makes me exhausted.