List of the Lost

... was universally panned by the critics. A review in The Guardian concluded: "only Morrissey – or perhaps Bill Gates – could get away with publishing something this bad. His 2013 memoir, Autobiography, not quite as unreadable but hardly brilliant, was printed immediately as a Penguin Classic. At the time it was seen as a mad indulgence, but perhaps a fitting tribute to the singer's long career. List of the Lost goes too far.

"Morrissey can't be blamed for believing in his own brilliance. But the spineless mandarins at Penguin who brought this to print should be ashamed of themselves."

It did win one award: the Literary Review's Bad Sex Award. I'm not going to reproduce the most–quoted passage on this family website – you can read it, and nine other breathtaking examples of "sixth–form James Joyce impersonation" in this Daily Telegraph article.