John Lydon is getting an award, and it is well deserved. I think it is well past the time to think of him as a modern polymath and an artist who dabbles in multiple formats.
Lydon's recorded legacy is secure; in the realm of music, he cannot be touched. He has made music without having any of the advantages that others possess. He has made decades of music in spite of himself. But it is in the literature of memoirs that he is at the top of the game.
The book Rotten: No Irish, No Blacks, No Dogs is the most significant music memoir of the last century. It is the gold standard by which all other memoirs or biographies or autobiographies should be measured. I would definitely read a follow-up, one covering the point where the original drops off.