Posthuman Blues

I'm an unrepentant Morrissey fan, encumbered with all of the self-deprecating, alienated trappings than come with the territory. So I'm looking forward to reading "St. Morrissey," brilliantly reviewed here. (Thanks to Sauceruney for the tip.)

"Detractors say Morrissey appeals to 'the teenager' because both he and they are contrary and self-pitying. This is of course true. But there are better qualities also at a premium in the best of the uppity adolescent and the everyday work of the Moz. A breathtakingly arrogant precociousness, a visceral impatience with the banal, the solipsistic knowing you're not like anyone else, and the vicious world-weary wit of the damned."