I've just finished reading Deborah Curtis' autobiography. Its something I had been meaning to read for a long time, but only just got round to it and Im interested to see what everybody else thinks? The blurb said that it blows apart the mythology surrounding rock stars, but for me, it only seemed to heighten and mystify Ian Curtis' already otherworldly aura. The name of the book seemed to sum the content completely-it seems Deborah was only ever given a small insight into her husband's life and, understandably, much of the book was dedicated to the pains of a woman who lost the father of her child. While Deborah Curtis' writing is one of pain and loss, her attempts to make people understand "what Ian was really like" seem to fall down, as Ian seems to only give her a keyhole view of his thought processes, which is so often the case of those who are so inescapably depressed. Still, however, it is a fascinating book, as are so many of the materials that describe late 1970s/80s Manchester and comes highly recommended.