“Elvis had turned his back on the Church of the Almost-Here End, sold his soul to MOR, but Jerry Lee kept pumping—Holiness! Tongues!—and with each new clawsome, wild wife, with every new midnight violence, every extravagance of face, he slid further from grace. The King and The Killer: This was their desert.”
And the other best thing, which has more to do with the journalism than the style, are the Jerry Lee stories, although those are just as much bound up in style and delivery as anything else in this book.
Da Capo 08.22.96 (orig. Scribner’s 1977)
June 05, 2014, 10:30am Comments