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The King Lives On
self-published, Singapore
The blurb on the back:
It was in Singapore in ’89 that Alexander Zeller came face to face with a man he recognized as the legendary King of Rock & Roll, Elvis Presley.
By the mid-1970s Elvis was getting mighty pissed off with his life. Trapped by Col Parker on a vacuous Vegas treadmill, he’s yearning to escape. And then, miraculously, along comes a British fan who bears a strong resemblance to himself, and who has only a few months to live. What better answer than to switch the two men, let the Englishman die in the King’s place, and leave Elvis to escape the limelight by adopting a new persona? All of this, naturally, with the collaboration of – indeed, under the direction of – the security services. That’s the premise of the book. And, to do it justice, Mr Zeller does work through the logistics of the plot pretty well. But that’s all. It’s a very dull read, and lacks any of the sparkle that one might wish to see brought to the subject. And, of course, it’s preposterous. Apart from anything else, the Elvis of 1989 tells our intrepid reporter that he still uses Brut aftershave. And that’s not how I wish to think of the King. ENTERTAINMENT VALUE: 1/5 HIPNESS QUOTIENT: 2/5
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