' ''Poet, young and busy, seeks cheap spacious rooms somewhere.
Excellent references available . . .'' so reads a self-penned ad, a very early
entry from Pete Doherty's journals. From the early books a fascinating and
very entertaining picture emerges of the young poet, broke in London,
serving popcorn at the Prince Charles Cinema, ruminating on Britpop,
listening to Scott Walker, but dreaming of creating a band infused with 'the
spirit of Albion'. The later books reflect Pete's rise to fame, his changing
world, and are full of artwork, photographs, notes and thoughts. It is
intimate, honest stuff, very readable and very funny in places; pretty dark
in others. All in all it's the work of a serious artist, a complete antidote to
most things written about Doherty.
These twenty-odd books - edited and condensed into one volume - are
filled with poems, drawings, personal reflections, lyrics and collages, and is a powerfully compelling collection.
The prose is strikingly raw... the cumulative effect is curiously touching. (OBSERVER)
This book is like everything else Pete Doherty has ever done - at times brilliant, at others annoying, but never less than interesting. (SOUTHERN DAILY ECHO)
These diary entries, childhood reminiscenes and prose from 1999 onwards prove that under the drug hoover's brow there's a unique brain. (Q MAGAZINE)
witty and sensitive (SUNDAY TRIBUNE)
there are moments of joy, humourand, of course, real darkness (IRISH EXAMINER)
At times a curiously affecting work, it chronicles Doherty's transitionfrom aspiring poet and flowering teenage talent to a man increasingly fighting to shine through a chemicaly induced haze... Doherty can write beautifully (Steve Cummins IRISH DAILY MAIL ON SUNDAY)