I absolutely agree with Stephen Street, but also with Brummie Boy, Johnny Barleycorn, Neil Gee, Martin and jmc1808 above.
I deeply regret buying the book. I suppose the old fan inside got the better of me. Morrissey really is a self-centred sociopath who's lost every last ounce of touch with reality.
Aside from his increasingly insipid and self-obsessed music, for me the game was finally up last year when he ignorantly criticised Kate Middleton for the death of the pranked nurse Jacintha (note: I am probably more anti Royal Family than Morrissey) and when he gave that weird interview to that geezers' magazine in which he glorified UKIP and where the interviewer described how salt-of-the-earth Morrissey got his personal assistant to sprinkle salt on his chips (WTF?)
The similarities with Alan Partridge (UK readers will know what I mean) are just so obvious and so sad. If only Morrissey was even slightly in touch with contemporary culture and with what is considered bad taste, rude, socially inept, or simply UNCOOL, he wouldn't have written three quarters of that dull self-centred spitefest of his "autobiography". He comes across as such an olympic loser.
Not to mention his ungratefulness towards each and every person who helped him and -worse- his deep ignorance on most subjects he likes to pontificate on. You read his book and his grasp of anything, especially legal matters concerning The Smiths' court case, is a joke. Child-like, in fact.
And, finally, for someone who likes to portray himself as so different, so anti-mainstream, and so "anti-establishment", Morrissey really has some kind of pathological obsession with charting, copies sold, marketing, merchandising, and the rest. Petty. Pathetic. Hideous.
Yes, of course, he will always have his deluded army of gaze-eyed and Kool-aid guzzling "fans", but then again there has always been a tendency within section of mankind to adulate open nastiness - just look at so much of 20th century politics.