Brett Anderson is the founder and lead singer of Suede.
A remarkable feat, utterly true. This decade's Heartbreaking Work
of Staggering Genius
*Douglas Coupland, author of Generation X and Girlfriend in a
Coma*
Coal Black Mornings is a triumph . . . a bracingly honest work
raised way above the celeb book fray by Anderson's obvious talent
for writing . . . revelatory and delivered with writerly
panache
*Mojo*
Fascinating . . . gorgeously written. On more than one occasion it
made we well up . . . most certainly not just for the fan club
*Guardian*
A rich, sad and honest tale
*GQ*
Beautifully crafted and brilliantly well-written . . . his memoir
is a thought-provoking meditation on how our childhoods form the
people we become, as well as a love letter to London . . . The book
is perfect as it is, but there's no question that we need a second
volume
*Evening Standard*
Coal Black Mornings is excellent: evocative, thoughtful and frank;
an instant hit in a minor key. Anderson is particularly good on his
unusual upbringing . . . as accomplished a writer of elegant prose
as he was of narcotically enhanced lyrics about urban ennui
*Mail on Sunday*
a thrillingly energetic, bracingly entertaining snapshot of a
writer hitting his first full flush, leaving you wishing two
things. One: that you'd formed a band. Two: that he changes his
mind about documenting the coke-blurred mornings to come
*Record Collector*
An ineffably romantic coming-of-age story; a beautiful reminder of
the magic that happens round the edges
*Sunday Times*
Generous, funny, poignant
*Financial Times*
Perfect prose, thanks to which Coal Black Mornings does the job of
describing the beauty in the banality better than any music memoir
since Patti Smith's sublime Just Kids
*Classic Pop*
His memoir is melancholy and evocative, a dreamy ballad recalling
the time before the drugs and the band break-up
*Sunday Express*
Personal and moving, unpolished and demure . . . Coal Black
Mornings is a bravura performance
*Times Literary Supplement*
Revealing, funny and moving
*Mail on Sunday*
As an antidote to all the drug-fuelled destruction, I recommend
Brett Anderson's elegant Coal Black Mornings, in which the Suede
frontman looks back on his pre-fame days
*Telegraph*
Few rock memoirs are worthy of critical note. Brett Anderson's
richly melancholic Coal Black Mornings was an exception. Eschewing
the "coke and gold discs" template, the Suede singer recounts a
childhood of bohemian poverty and traces his band's vivid
prehistory
*New Statesman*
It shouldn't have come as a surprise that one of British pop's most
original lyricists would write a book almost poetic in its language
and painterly in its eye for detail, but this illuminating, moving
and generous memoir by the Suede frontman still had the power to
confound . . . Coal Black Mornings is a thing of beauty and a work
of art
*Sunday Times*
Richer and stranger than any tale of narcotic excess and
success
*Guardian*
a tough-minded and emotionally acute account of the Suede singer's
childhood and teenage years, about his relationship with his
parents and the route map that pop music provided for him to march
away from his suburban origins
*Herald*
2018 Music Book of the Year: A brilliant account of how growing up
can be impossible and full of possibility, all at the same time
*Q*
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