Rumored to exist, then quickly squashed in a dispute, then resurrected like some kind of pop messiah, Morrissey's long-awaited Autobiography was finally released a couple of weeks ago—but only in Europe. (Which is very far away.) That hasn't stopped intrepid American reviewers from weighing in on the florid, catty tome, with most impressed but not quite ready to love it. Rob Sheffield wrote about it for Rolling Stone; Sasha Frere-Jones for The New Yorker. (I'll probably get the privilege here, though I've only had time to read the first 30 pages so far. I have learned that Moz was a big fan of the Miss World pageant as a child, so that's something.) Anyway, this is all a long way around to the news that Autobiography has found a home in America (where the President is never black, female, or gay) at the almost-too-perfectly named G.P. Putnam's Sons, a storied imprint (now part of Penguin) that has published works by authors in Morrissey's league, such as Poe and Nabokov. There's no U.S. release date yet, but the New York Times reports that Putnam is hoping to release it in time for the holidays. [UPDATE: Publisher's Weekly is saying December 3 via Twitter.]