Using the myth and enigma of Elvis as its central motif, this slim volume of vignettes reads like the dream-journal of a feverish junkie. Altogether bizarre, grotesque and frequently (it must be said) rather annoying, I often wondered what the point of it all was whilst eagerly turning the pages for the next scene of despair, misery and gallows humour. A fetid but fascinating nightmare that addresses the author's demons more than those of Elvis.
(Clive Yelf - bwl 31 September 2005 ) |
