From Proust to Elvis! Elvis! Elvis!
Well, what started as an innocent break from Proust has turned into quite the little trashy Elvis book collection.
Although I dutifully brought The Guermantes Way along on our road trip through the South, I couldn’t resist the temptation to pick up Priscilla’s memoir at Graceland. I do love to read a juicy biography on vacation (viz. The Diana Chronicles while in Vietnam and Dolly: My Life and Other Unfinished Business in Cuba). It was too perfect.
Chinoiserie in the foyer inside.
Meditation Garden outside.Aboard the Lisa Marie, one of Elvis' several private planes.
But then I happened upon the other two in a junk shop in Macon, GA, and couldn't resist. Proust never really made it out of the suitcase after that. After I finished Elvis and Me while on the road, I read Don’t Ask Forever on the flight back from Nashville. I give Joyce Bova and William Conrad Nowels one star for writing this, and myself one star for reading it.
I have yet to crack open Elvis up close , probably because it’s not a paperback and doesn’t have any shiny embossing on the cover.
Although I dutifully brought The Guermantes Way along on our road trip through the South, I couldn’t resist the temptation to pick up Priscilla’s memoir at Graceland. I do love to read a juicy biography on vacation (viz. The Diana Chronicles while in Vietnam and Dolly: My Life and Other Unfinished Business in Cuba). It was too perfect.
Chinoiserie in the foyer inside.
Meditation Garden outside.Aboard the Lisa Marie, one of Elvis' several private planes.
I have yet to crack open Elvis up close , probably because it’s not a paperback and doesn’t have any shiny embossing on the cover.
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