People of, ahem, ‘a certain age’ will recognize the following question and instantly, through the beguiling properties of memory, place themselves right there: JFK: “Just what are you getting at, Elvis?”Įlvis: “I think you know what I’m gettin’ at Mr. JFK: “Hey, you’re copying my best lines!”Įlvis: “Then let me paraphrase one of my own. What these two odd elders come to realize is there’s more than death loitering patiently outside their rooms, in a place where ‘long-term’ and ‘care’ are hard to come by.Įlvis: “Ask not what your rest home can do for you.
Even the resident eccentric, an aged African-American who believes he’s the-not-quite-late-John F. A lot more peculiar than the old folk wandering its dilapidated corridors. However, something is afoot in ‘The Shady Rest Retirement Home’ - something strange. With a bad hip, and only his memories and regrets for company, he’s slowly dying in an East Texas nursing home. By the turn of the century, the real Elvis is wasting away as a senior citizen. It was an Elvis impersonator, a Sebastian Haff, who continued his famous legacy and died an ignominious death seated on a toilet in Memphis. Rachel’s book review can be found here:Ī brief synopsis of the film: in the 70s, unbeknownst to all of his crazed, loyal music fans, a worn out and disillusioned Elvis Presley retired from his fame by switching identities. Lansdale. It was published in 1994 and originally appeared in the anthology The King Is Dead: Tales of Elvis Post-Mortem. I’ll look at its film adaptation that bears the same name, Bubba Ho-Tep, and was in various film festival releases in 2002, before landing its limited U.S.
For the eighth month of the year, the wordy one will examine an unexpected work of fiction, this one a novella, by the sage of East Texas, Joe R. So, the blogger otherwise known as the Scientist Gone Wordy and I, once again, will execute another of our reviews in parallel.
Until they bubble to the surface, I (and others) only become aware of them, that is. The proviso is my wife regularly says I always have things churning in the back of this whacked noggin of mine. Totally without realizing, till now, in August we’d reached the 35th milestone for a certain famous personality. It’s pure blind coincidence I’m listening to Stephen King’s 11/22/63: A Novel at the moment, too, while having read/watched this month’s story/movie combo. Yeah, sure, last month’s duo post book/film review was purposely positioned for the Sports segment in the ongoing AFI Top Ten arc I began back in January. I have to admit something before, dear reader, you get to perusing the review: I didn’t consciously plan this.
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