ΠΠ΅Ρ ΠΎΡΠ·ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²
ΠΠ½Π½ΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡ
| ΠΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Ρ | ΠΡΠ³ΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»ΡΡ |
|---|---|
| Π‘ΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 394 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄, ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΠΆ | 2020 |
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*Featured in The Times' 'Best Books of the Year So Far'*
What do you do when you realise you have everything you think you've ever wanted but still feel completely empty? What do you do when it all starts to fall apart? The second volume of Moby's extraordinary life story is a journey into the dark heart of fame and the demons that lurk just beneath the bling and bluster of the celebrity lifestyle.
In summer 1999, Moby released the album that defined the millennium, PLAY. Like generation-defining albums before it, PLAY was ubiquitous, and catapulted Moby to superstardom. Suddenly he was hanging out with David Bowie and Lou Reed, Christina Ricci and Madonna, taking esctasy for breakfast (most days), drinking litres of vodka (every day), and sleeping with super models (infrequently). It was a diet that couldn't last. And then it fell apart.
The second volume of Moby's memoir is a classic about the banality of fame. It is shocking, riotously entertaining, extreme, and unforgiving. It is unedifying, but you can never tear your eyes away from the page.
What do you do when you realise you have everything you think you've ever wanted but still feel completely empty? What do you do when it all starts to fall apart? The second volume of Moby's extraordinary life story is a journey into the dark heart of fame and the demons that lurk just beneath the bling and bluster of the celebrity lifestyle.
In summer 1999, Moby released the album that defined the millennium, PLAY. Like generation-defining albums before it, PLAY was ubiquitous, and catapulted Moby to superstardom. Suddenly he was hanging out with David Bowie and Lou Reed, Christina Ricci and Madonna, taking esctasy for breakfast (most days), drinking litres of vodka (every day), and sleeping with super models (infrequently). It was a diet that couldn't last. And then it fell apart.
The second volume of Moby's memoir is a classic about the banality of fame. It is shocking, riotously entertaining, extreme, and unforgiving. It is unedifying, but you can never tear your eyes away from the page.
| ΠΠΎΠ΄ | 2890244 |
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| ΠΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Ρ | ΠΡΠ³ΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»ΡΡ |
| ΠΠΎΠ»-Π²ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 394 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄ ΠΈΠ·Π΄Π°Π½ΠΈΡ | 2020 |
| ISBN | 978-0-571-33941-9 |
| Π Π°Π·Π΄Π΅Π» | ΠΠ½ΠΈΠ³ΠΈ Π½Π° ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡΠ°Π½Π½ΡΡ ΡΠ·ΡΠΊΠ°Ρ |
| Π Π°Π·ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡ | 2.6 ΡΠΌ Γ 12.7 ΡΠΌ Γ 19.7 ΡΠΌ |
| ΠΠ΅Ρ | 0.34 ΠΊΠ³ |