David J's new autobiography, Who Killed Mister Moonlight?: Bauhaus, Black Magick and Benediction. I saw it in Barnes and Noble yesterday and decided to page through it, opened it up to a passage involving making a tribute to a snake goddess and fitting Genesis P-Orridge into a corset and knew I had to read it. I just finished it. It's completely engrossing, well-written, hilarious, and full of surreal and bizarre anecdotes. It of course delves into the formation, dissolution and eventual reformation of Bauhaus and all of the turbulence and drama that ensued, as well as David J's history with and interest in the occult, his friendship with Alan Moore, and so much more. It's an absolute must-read for any fan of Bauhaus and Love and Rockets or those with an interest in the celebrity memoir genre.