You know, I'm unlovable, you don't have to tell me

Que Marta, Nacho y JL me perdonen:

It's so tedious that everyone must be defined,'' Morrissey told me when I broached the subject of his sexuality weeks earlier. ''And if you pull away, why is it always assumed that you have a lurking dark secret that you're hiding in a wine cellar? All of us, ultimately, we're not that interesting, when it comes down to it. What do we all do? We read a bit. We listen to a bit of classical music. We like one or two stage actors. There's not really any unreachable depths. So perhaps the less people know, the better.''

El NY Times menciona a Morrissey cada domingo, parece: primero con la sucinta crítica de su último CD (y no podemos estar más de acuerdo); segundo, en un articulito decepcionantemente corto de hoy mismo.

Y lo ponemos en Letras, porque en eso se han quedado los discos de Morrissey. Aunque bueno, cuando en la producción literaria peninsular contemporánea lo que más nos interesa (qué difícil) es La Mala Rodríguez, no parece tan raro...