Vicious, the art of dying young tells a story of the legendary character of punk. A man who called himself Sid Vicious, maybe the best known Sex Pistol in the history. Paytress has written his book based on interviews of people who knew Sid and it was published under the 25th anniversary of Sid's death.
Book draws a picture of mentally unstable, fragile young man who was restless for the most of his life. He lived through others and caused chaos wherever he went. Maybe it was his chaotic nature that made him the face and embodiment of punk rock. After all when we talk about punk, we think of Sid Vicious.
When I started reading Sid's story I was worried I would feel for him. That I would feel connected to him like I felt connected to Nancy after reading And I don't want to live this life. But soon my worries showed to be unnecessary as Sid showed his chaotic and cruel nature towards innocent people. Now I only feel sick. Disgusted.
After reading Vicious, the art of dying young I don't know if I like the man called Sid Vicious or if I hate him. Sometimes he seems the sweetest person on Earth and sometimes the vilest thing that ever roamed the streets of London. His friends tell he was always the first to hurry to see his recovering friend. But at the same time he was reckless and violent person who couldn't stop when he started. I was exceedingly shocked how many of the interviewed people told Nancy off as a horrible person. Every comment exhaled hatred towards her. Even after years gone by Glen Matlock still calls her names such as fatass. A FATASS! I was very offended by the statement *girls united!*.
The book was very unsettling and disturbing. It left me feeling like I was going to puke. If I was scared of Nancy after Deborah Spungen's book, I'm terrified to death of Sid.
