I got a text at 2am yesterday from my brother saying he and his wife were listening to `Heroes' and loving it. He blamed the book I had got him for Christmas. I blame it for me going out and buying four more Bowie CDs for myself when I was supposed to be Christmas shopping.
This book made me laugh out loud a lot. It also made me well up and my partner cry. It has been a while since I have caught myself at work thinking about a book sitting on the table back home and being impatient to get back to it. I had a great few days living in the flamboyant, crazy, cocky, happy, alive world of Mick McCann.
You don't have to be a Bowie fan to enjoy this book. It is about a great deal more than music. It is about being young, about challenging convention and about love. Love doesn't feature much in the recounting of most of the author's experiences as a young dandy around town but it flows off the page as, looking back, he tells us of the character he was lucky enough to have as his dad.
It is also about loving the people of Leeds, Yorkshire, England. Not in an uncritical way, but he is part of them and they are part of him. And in doing this it offers all of us a chance to recognise this about ourselves and the place of our youth.
This is a very honest book. I loved it.