In an industry that likes its women impeccably presented and insistently positive, Amy Winehouse was always something of a misfit.
She provided some respite from the manufactured pop-princess image, but her alternative was far harder to swallow.
The contemplative media response following her recent death has struggled to make sense of her troubled talent; for every inch of newsprint filled with heart-wrenching tributes, there is another inch of cyber-space dedicated to dismissive ‘junkie’ insults.
