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The Court Jesters behead the King,
This review is from: Elvis Aaron Presley: Revelations from the Memphis Mafia (Paperback)Why any author would take the time to commit the moronic insights of these men about the most complex of people onto paper, is beyond me. Hey guess what everyone, Elvis abused drugs. I have now encapsulated this novel in one sentence. Why did it take Nash nearly 1000 pages? Every story is as boring as it could be and then it ends in Elvis using drugs. For those of you who have never walked past a checkout stand in the last 25 years I guess this is sensational. It is some kind of endless diary more than a novel. *Elvis went to the movies, ate a whole pizza then went home and did drugs.* Elvis lost his temper because the lowlifes around him were stealing everything they could get their hands on.* Elvis cheated on his wife with every foxy star and starlet that could get their hands on him . . . Other than Bily Smith, who should've never associated himself with this book considering how good Elvis was to him and his whole dirt scratching family, the contributors of this book were the people Elvis abused the most. Marty Lacker was the class bafoon at Humes and Lamar was Elvis' human toilet for 20 years. They never miss an opportunity to pay "The Boss" back with tales from the toilet. Without Elvis these guys are a bunch of dung shovelers and this book is nothing but road kill. Fortunately the real Elvis has finally been chronicled this year in the novel AROUND ELVIS by fan club president Thorne Peters.
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Initial post: Nov 17, 2010 3:54:58 PM PST
A. ameli says:
The fact that Elvis needed a court jester and a human toilet would indirectly prove some of this book's views of the Man. I think that there are people who prefer not to face truth and live in illusions: and that is ok with me. But then one wonders why should they read this book and have their illusions shattered? This is the best book on the private Elvis to date, I guess (I have read only a half a dozen of them). But what the staunchiest of fans do not seem to grasp is the fact that his artistry is not diminished by whatever revelations one may bring to light about his private life. His status as an artist is only diminished by the crap he had to record because he didn't have the guts to stand up to his manager, not by the revelations on his private life. But it is books like this which help us to understand why the artist almost regularly succumbed to the frailty of the man: otherwise we should assume that Elvis the artist was an imbecile.
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