This weekend I finished Paul Morley’s Nothing which I urge everyone to buy. A response – belated, possibly, though that’s the (a) point of the book – to the suicide of his father, it’s one of the most intelligent and affecting things I’ve read for a long time. It also shows that he’s still got it, stylewise, and it’s got some pop music content too. Here a Morley non-fan from his NME days reviews the book.