It has been ravaged by reviewers.

Singer Morrissey, 55, is known for a special brand of self-indulgent wankery and self-aggrandisement of which much fun has been made over the years.

Surely, though, even his fiercest critics weren’t prepared for the sheer wretchedness of his debut novel.

The horror at the awful ickiness of the Smiths former lead singer’s sex scenes was so universal that #Morrissey became a trending topic on Twitter.

Morrissey has some ‘splainin’ to do.

Here’s a sample:

#BulbousSalutation.

The novel, called List of the Lost, is about a group of four young athletes being stalked by an evil being in 1970s Boston.

Disclaimer: I have not read this book, but having read the reviews of it, I am unlikely to — unless I’m feeling particularly self-flagellatory.

The Guardian advises readers not to “sully” themselves by reading this novel. It is, the reviewer opines, “an unpolished turd of a book”.

The Telegraph gave it one star.

The Daily Beast reports that it is a “bizarre, misogynistic ramble”.

The singer himself has described it thus:

Ooooh, I get it now.

I must admit, there is a small part of me that wants to experience List of the Lost firsthand, but it’s probably best not to encourage Morrissey to pen any more sex scenes.

The cover of List of the Lost. Beware: contents may offend.

This is a man whose ego has reached such outlandish proportions that he demanded his autobiography, Autobiography, be published as an instant Penguin Classic.

It’s unclear if Morrissey intends to bestow any more of his novels on an ungrateful public, but one thing’s for sure: the publication of List of the Lost has taken all the suspense out of the 2015 Bad Sex Awards.