The story of The Cure begins, somewhat disturbingly, with a violent suicide, and continues in equally cheerful fashion to document the tale of the band right from its very first incarnation, complete with broken thumbs, drug abuse, alcoholism, touring with The Banshees and pissing on Billy Idol's foot. (Classic...) The story is told in a nihilistic vein not particularly surprising from the band who released such albums as Pornography and Disintegration.
I am not sure if I like Robert Smith overmuch after reading this book - I originally had a mental image of the lipstick-besmeared one as a figure not dissimilar to Sebastian from GloomCookie; tousle-haired and introspective with an air of vague bewilderment (plus, if you check out the video for Friday I'm In Love, I swear he even looks like Sebastian) and an undercurrent of genius. However, in this book Smith comes across as bossy, drug-addled and indifferent to pretty much everyone and everything, although there is still likeability in his determination to produce his music, his way.
I particularly enjoyed the segments documenting the time spent touring with Siouxsie and the Banshees - here Smith is portrayed as almost hero-worshipping Steven Severin, to the extent of temporarily kicking his own band to the gutter to become a Banshee. The pictures, too, are interesting - although, again, I liked the ones with the Banshees the best (music-wise, I mostly prefer The Cure, but for image and attitude I'd pick the Banshees. I do find it hard to choose a preference between Smith's hairstyle and Siouxsie's, though...), mainly because Siouxsie is Just. So. Damn. Awesome.
This is an interesting book with some fascinating insights into the music industry and the history of this undeniably talented band (and of course its tangle-headed frontman), and I can now provide some random, fun facts about The Cure (did you know that the name 'The Cure' came from 'The Easy Cure', the title of one of their very, very early, unreleased tracks? Also, they underwent various name changes before going professional, including such gems as 'The Obelisk' and 'Malice').
There were a few things I found irritating, such as the author's tendency to repeat certain words and phrases ('typically', 'uninspiring', and the fact that Smith never speaks but always 'insists') and go off on tangents (I wanted to read about The Cure, not the history of Crawley...).
As reading material Never Enough was perhaps too bleak for my personal tastes - I tend more towards the spooky than the morose - but certainly intriguing.