Second book of the Year.

Lunch time. Office. Interior.

It’s raining outside. The telephone rings inside.

Continuously.

I read the first pages and I focus on Elvis hard-ons.
Yes. This is the scene. The King’s penis is the focus.

A campy story develops from Elvis Presley’s dick to the retirement home, in a cinematic effect, unfolding geriatric problems and human ancestral despairs, vulnerabilities, boldness, loneliness, fears.

This is how a mummy materializes from the antechamber of death walls where the elder guys rest, as if a must hidden society’s secret, forgotten by families and friends. And here comes the mummy. A soul eater, a mummy speaking Egyptian, with a huge cowboy hat.

Breathtaking to the final cut.

A perfect lunchtime escape from Excel and Power Point routine.

And yes! There is also a movie! Same amusing and perverse appeal!