In February 1995, Richey Edwards checked out of a London hotel instead of flying to the US with the rest of the Manic Street Preachers. There were a few subsequent sightings but then nothing. His body was never found, and he was declared legally dead in November 2008. Now Richard tells the story of his life a and disappearance a as he might have told it. aThis moving, tender novel tells the story of a lost boy adrift in a world that he canat make sense ofa Marie Claire aMyers deserves credit not only for adding a third dimension to Edwards, but for trying a fourth, for attempting to document a period of his life that seems destined to remain a mysterya The Times aA sympathetic and sad imagining of the boy who became a reluctant pop idola Time Out aHarrowing and hauntingly sada MojoYour lyrics are done, though. They were finished in a ... If the record bombs you will be dropped and you know you cana#39;t go back to an indie label. Not after ... that half the country does: by spending money on frivolities during the day then drinking yourself to sleep at night. ... There is simply no fight left in me because there is nothing worth fighting for. Love ... The green ivy-covered copse from . . . when?
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