‘At my age, if I can’t talk about my evil thoughts, when can I do it?’
When Viv Albertine, ex-guitarist with feminist punk band the Slits, re-emerged as a memoirist four years ago, her first book Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys was a raucous, laceratingly honest accounting of adulthood, motherhood, marriage and the female artistic self. Her new book, To Throw Away Unopened, is a far darker proposition, just as honest, but going places most of us would rather not go, writes Nadine O’Regan
Viv Albertine thrives on honesty. It’s her currency; it’s how she gets about the place. It’s kicked her in the teeth sometimes, this candour. But it’s also given her an increasingly successful literary career - the English writer has published two memoirs in the last decade, the first of which won the Rough Trade ...
