That story had been summed up the year before. He did not appear, as in earlier years, in a supermarket in Kalamazoo, crossing a parking lot in Las Vegas, in the person of a long-lost unacknowledged child, or as a statue on Mars broadcasting “All Shook Up”-as confirmed by digital photographic simulations, tabloid weeklies (“JESSE GARON ELVIS’ PARASITIC TWIN?”), hardcover bestsellers, and paperbacks packaged with cassettes of him calling from a pay phone.
