Julian Assange may be the first heterosexual, bathing-averse Australian to compare himself to Oscar Wilde. He may also be the first to compare the prison experience to Barbarella. But this is the joy of the jailhouse memoir: All preconceptions disappear. People you thought were monomaniacs with God complexes or market-worshipping social climbers suddenly reveal themselves to be something other. Friends of the downtrodden. Fist-pumping allies of the urban underclass.
Julian Assange's publishers will publish on Thursday the "unauthorised first draft" of his autobiography without his consent, months after the WikiLeaks founder withdrew from a million-pound contract for his memoirs.