You know a book about a person is bad when it makes you end up hating the person it was about.
But hay, maybe it’s not the books fault, maybe he was just a knob, and the book was still bad.
I love the aesthetic of Mr Vicious and the whole Punk age, so when i kind friend sent me this book i was tres excited, it didn’t last long, i’d say at best a 100 pages.
Apart from the fact who ever proof read this should be shot (i counted at least 10 basic spelling mistakes) the whole story (i’d use the word plot but that would be to kind) just bounced around in time and never actually told his story, it just kinda skimmed the top. And the writer wrote like he was some Rock n Roll god who knew it all and who’s opinion was gospel. And the ridiculously flowery purple prose sentences! They had no place in this book.
The flavour was all wrong, wrong wrong wrong.
If you’re interested in Sid, read one of the many other books about him that this author just copied quotes from in the first place.