So, the “mystery” continues-page after page-in “Elvis and Me.”Įlvis and Priscilla were intimate physically during this period and during the years she lived with him in Memphis where she finished high school, but they always stopped short of the final deed. Still, they allowed her to attend the party, and she got along so well with Elvis that she was soon spending most of her evenings with him-evenings supposedly chaperoned by Elvis’ father. So you can imagine the concern of Priscilla’s parents when she was invited to a gathering at Elvis’ house. Though Elvis is now regarded as the most important figure in the development of rock, the hip-swinging sex symbol was generally viewed by parents of the ‘50s as a no-talent threat to teen-age morality. The daughter of an Air Force career officer, Priscilla was just 14 years old when she met a 24-year-old Elvis during his Army stint in West Germany in 1959. Alas, the date (or more crucially Priscilla’s age at the time) does carry a certain fascination as pulp gossip-a level that this book seldom transcends. This might not appear to be a significant issue these days, but “Elvis and Me” focuses so heavily on “it” that you’d think the moment was akin to the signing of the Magna Charta. This tale of Elvis and Priscilla Presley’s years together should be subtitled “The Big Tease.” More than half the book is coyly devoted to keeping us guessing as to when the couple first-how do we say?- consummated their love affair.
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