Just finished reading Ozzy Osbourne's autobiography. A great window into the tortuous life of a rock star. Ozzy grew up in very poor conditions. He couldn't find his place as a student and was a social misfit. But he went on to define the sound of heavy metal and become the Prince of Darkness and eventually a comical but very successful TV personality. A very honest and revealing memoir that doesn't stick to drug abuse and bragging.
Ozzy’s memoir is chaos with excellent comic timing. If half of it did not happen, it still somehow feels emotionally accurate.
The wild stories are fun, obviously, but the better parts are about survival, luck, addiction, and the strange durability of a person who should statistically be a rumor.
There is something disarming in the voice. He does not polish himself into wisdom; he stumbles into it, occasionally through a wall.
It is ridiculous, sad, funny, and human. Rock memoirs often try to mythologize; this one accidentally becomes tender between disasters.