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1. Do you read multiple books simultaneously or one at a time?


There are two types of readers and two types of readers only.

One type has several different books going. They might have one on their nightstand and one in their backpack, another stashed at work for lunchtime reading and who knows where else. I don't understand these people. They have a wild book love life.

Others, like me, cannot cheat on our current books. We are book monogamists, faithful to the book that currently has our attention even when we're apart and there are tempting new books in front of us.

Which type are you? Do you like having several books going or do you read one at a time?

Art: Interesting Story by Laura Muntz Lyall

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2. The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo and Using Contradictions to Develop Character

As I was (finally) starting to read THE GIRL AND THE DRAGON TATTOO, which I had been warned gets off to a notoriously slow start, I was pondering whether I would have agreed to represent it if I had read it as a manuscript.

And, you know, if I were actually still an agent. Which I'm not. (Please, no more query letters!!).

And... honestly? I don't know that I would have sent it out in its present form. That first chapter (note: the actual 1st chapter, not the prologue) is one of the slowest chapters I can recall reading in a book that's extremely popular. It's almost as if THE GIRL AND THE DRAGON TATTOO became such a success precisely because everyone has at least a few friends urging them on with "No, I swear it gets better!!"

It does get better. And that banal, antiseptic chapter ends up serving useful purposes. But wow. Had this book not traveled its own unique path, for better or worse I can't imagine it being published first in the United States with that chapter intact.

It's About the Characters

Now, I'm writing this having read only about fifty pages, which I think may actually be a benefit for the purposes of writing this post. I don't know what's to come in the plot and I have only had the briefest of introductions to the characters.

But already I feel like I have a sense of what would have kept me reading as an agent had I made it past that first chapter.

And it's simple: These are extremely interesting characters.

But it's complicated: The reason these are interesting characters is difficult to pull off.

Contradictions

What makes these characters interesting is that they are seeming contradictions. Lisbeth has all the outward appearances of a surly, irresponsible youth, and yet she's wildly competent at her job. Armansky is simultaneously attracted to, vaguely repulsed by, and paternal toward Lisbeth. Blomkvist is buttoned up and seemingly honest, and yet he lives a cavalier private life and he seems to have been improbably set up in a conspiracy.

(Again, I've only read 50 pages, none of this may turn out to be true. What's important here are first impressions)

And why that's difficult to pull off is that it's rarely believable when characters behave in ways that appear inconsistent, especially when we don't know them very well. When someone we know to be buttoned up is taken in for a scam, we'll say, "Wait, that doesn't seem right, I thought that guy was too cautious for that." When someone who seems irresponsible and surly turns out to be wildly intelligent and competent, it feels like the author is trying to force something that can't be real.

But I haven't felt that way so far. These characters are immediately compelling because of the contradictions, not despite them.

The Clinic

And, circling back to the beginning of this blog post, I actually think this is a case where the cold, detached, clinical prose, the same prose that nearly bored me to tears in Chapter 1, works to Larsson's benefit.

Precision has an oddly reassuring effect on the reader because it completely hides the hand of the author. There aren't literary flourishes in THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO, there aren't artful similes, there aren't moments that remind you that there was an actual author who chose the words you're reading. It's just facts, rendered straightforwardly. (At least, it should be noted, as it's translated)

So ultimately: It'

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3. GUEST BLOG POST: Growing as Writers through an Author Study

Stella Villalba teaches English as a Second Language at Beechwood Elementary in Columbus, Ohio. Born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, she started her career in education teaching ESL in Asuncion, Paraguay. Stella also publishes articles on the topic of teaching ELLs at Choice Literacy and is a teacher consultant for the Columbus Area Writing Project. Stella [...]

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4. GUEST BLOG POST: Savor a Book: Reading like a Writer

Edited by Ruth: Pssst…today is Mary Helen’s birthday! Won’t you join me in leaving comments on her blog post about one of her very favorite books? Mary Helen Gensch is currently a literacy coach and Title I interventionist for Pierceton Elementary School in Indiana. Her journey as a writing coach began with the AllWrite!!! Consortium [...]

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5. When You're Not Liking a Book Do You Stop Reading or Power Through?

There are two types of people in this world.

There are those who, when they realize they're not enjoying a book, fling it against the wall or "lose" it on the subway or let it languish on a nightstand gathering dust. They don't look back and consider life to short to waste on substandard reading experiences.

And there are those who, whether through guilt, optimism, or thriftiness, power through even the most excruciating of books and don't feel at peace until they know how it ends. Even if they stopped caring somewhere around Page 5.

Which kind are you? Poll below, you'll need to click through to see it if you're in an RSS reader or reading by e-mail.

Me: I used to be a power through-er, but in my old age I've become a stopper.

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6. Packing an Emotional Punch

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I have been reading like a writer lately. In my current W.I.P., I am nearing the end. I know something horrible is coming. I know what it is. I have been dreading writing it. It will be very emotional for me. I know I need to write this part of the book, yet it's difficult. 

One of the questions I've been thinking about is how much tragedy can a teen reader take? An agent wanted me to consider the fact that I have tragedy at the beginning and the end of my book. My first response is--tragedy happens in real life. I want to show a character who rises up from unspeakable tragedies. This agent wasn't telling me NOT to write this book, but merely wanted me to consider was I writing two stories or one? It was a valid point. 

Unfortunately, multiple tragedies can happen in real life to real teens. It's horrible, but it happens. I don't want to skirt around tragedy  or give my protagonist an unrealistic situation. 

Over the weekend, I read a YA novel with incredible emotional punch. In Gayle Forman's If I Stay, Mia's family is in a car accident. She is close to death. She has to decide if she should hang on and try to live or if she should slip quietly from this earth. I don't want to give away all of the reasons she gives to stay or to die. Those heart-wrenching reasons are the very fabric of this story. 

It made me think of why we read in the first place. We read because we want to feel something. We may want to laugh, cry, escape, or be touched. But in all cases, we want to be moved. 

Forman's novel is gut-wrenching and emotional. It will make you cry. But I didn't feel teased or as though she'd played with my emotions. Mia goes through a life or death decision. She lives through something I pray I never do. 

When I read this book like a writer, it gave me a better understanding of how deeply I can cut to an emotional core. I don't want to taunt my readers' emotions, but I want them to feel, even if it's a tragedy. But more than anything I want them to have hope. 


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7. Can Writing be Taught?

This past weekend, I revisited Francine Prose’s craft book, Reading Like a Writer. She posed the question: Can Creative Writing Be Taught?

You can ask 10 different people and probably get different answers. I always answer with that dreaded phrase: “It depends.”

When I first starting writing, I really didn’t know anything about the craft and structure of writing. I just wanted to tell a story. So for me, going to writing classes and finding my writer mentor really helped me. I learned a lot things about writing fiction in a classroom setting.

But Francine Prose also makes a distinction of writers being taught in classes:

“Because if what people mean is: Can the love of language be taught? Can a gift for storytelling be taught? then the answer is no.”

I believe this as well. My thought is that you don’t take a one-day seminar or a six-week class and then go write a novel and get it published. It could happen but I think the people who can do this are already gifted storytellers.

Francine Prose also shares how she learned to write:

“In the ongoing process of becoming a writer, I read and re-read the authors I most loved. I read for pleasure, first, but also more analytically, conscious of style, of diction, of how sentences were formed and information was being conveyed, how the writer was structuring a plot, creating characters, employing detail and dialogue.”

To develop as a good writer, I believe that you first must become a good reader. It never ceases to amaze me how many people want to be writers but never read anything. You have to READ. And not only read, but read CLOSELY.

I have started to read closely in the last few years and it has opened up a whole new world for me. It was like I had been living in the Matrix, took the red pill, and then saw the meaning and structure of words in front of my eyes. It was an “a-ha” moment. Before, I read a book and loved it but now when I love a book, I figure out WHY I love it so much. I read it carefully — maybe several times. It has for me been the best teacher.

I think creative writing classes definitely can provide a foundation. Especially if you’re unclear about the mechanics of writing. Craft books can also be a great start for independent study. But if you’re serious about writing, you also have to be serious about reading.

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8. POV, age level, and other gems

Reading a writers' craft book authored by a literary author, as compared to a 'nuts-and-bolts' author, can be a gratifying experience. Particularly where the author guides the reader through examples taken from classical literature—whether short stories or novels—or from contemporary literature that may yet await a judgment of time. Francine Prose's book "Reading Like a Writer" is interesting enough to read straight through in daily sessions, though it might be better to take it slow and intersperse such craft reading with a good fiction book. Give the subconscious a little more time to dwell on the writing strategies visited. A good interview of Prose by Andrea Dupree appears in the Writer's Chronicle, Sept. 2007, and touches on many of the topics included in her crafts book.

One of the topics Prose discusses that was of interest to me in my YA fiction writing deals with the voice and Point-of-View of a young person. At times, some authors use a wiser, more mature narrative voice than a first-person YA protagonist might be thought to use. Prose says "I've been writing a novel from the point of view of a fourteen-year-old girl, and I was tormented by the question of adult consciousness versus child consciousness, adult language versus child language—you know, that stupid statement: I don't think a fourteen year old would say that." Nonetheless, Prose goes on to discuss a story by Leonard Michaels where a seemingly adult consciousness works for a kid at times. "And when I read the Lenny Michaels story, I found things in the story that clearly come from the pre-adolescent kid, and things that clearly come from the adult looking back... It's first person, but sometimes it's a first-person twelve-year-old, and sometimes it's the first person forty-year-old, and it really works…" It's somehow freeing to read that, but of course if one is an unknown writer it could be a risky business.

Along that line, Dupree says to Prose, "In 'Reading Like a Writer,' you encourage people to disregard the typical rules that are trotted out in writing classes. At the same time, do you feel that writers who are transgressive in their writing have as good a shot of breaking in as others who are more conventionally polished?" Prose allows that it may set a higher hurdle to overcome in selling the book, but, "I don't think there's any choice. If somebody is talented, they're not going to be able to write for what they think the market wants." Sounds right, or ought to be right.

Another kernel that Prose tosses out, "�the better the writer is, the greater the degree of self-doubt. I've had students who really think they're Tolstoy, and they're not the best students I've ever had. Whereas my friends, whose work I respect enormously, whose work I feel lucky to read, are tormented by self-doubt."

There's a certain thrill in reading a good crafts book. One usually concludes that, armed with such insights, the next book is going to be written better than the last. Give Prose's book a try.

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9.

Elvis – The Real Story
By Eleanor Tylbor
A short play-ette speculating as to what Elvis would be doing if/he is alive today.

CAST OF CHARACTERS

TAMMY 40-something avid Elvis fan and wife of Len
LEN 40-something husband of Tammy
ELVIS, former big star/singer/performer

THE TIME
The present

THE PLACE
Jackson’s 7-11 GAS BAR AND DINER

Photos of Elvis cover a large portion of one wall and Elvis songs play non-stop. There is a table with two chairs on one side of the room, while the other side of the room has the usual gas station displays of motor oil, etc.

AT RISE:

TAMMY and LEN are seated at a table, looking around the room

Len
(Scrutinizing the surroundings)
Um…who recommended this place?

TAMMY
(reading small book)
The restaurant guide write up says it’s fine dining with a difference

LEN
Fine dining if you’re a rat! Did you happen to notice that a cockroach just crawled out of our breadbasket? Must be one that escaped the Chef’s special catch-of-the-day

TAMMY
Stop being so negative and take in the atmosphere

LEN
You mean the “eau du garbage” coming from the back? Phew!

TAMMY
You’re so…provincial in your thinking, sweetheart. Look at all this authentic ‘60’s décor!

LEN
More like early condemned. Take a look at this place. Every square inch of wall space is covered with faded Elvis photos and the man’s been dead for how many years?

TAMMY
That the beauty of this place! It’s like a shrine devoted to “The King”

LEN
Are you saying that this…this garage and one-table-café was the King of Rock and Roll’s eatery of choice? Not!

TAMMY
For your information they say he used to eat fried chicken here and sometimes he even entertained diners

LEN
Was that before or after he turned into the Goodyear blimp? If I had known we were coming here to eat, I’d have checked to make sure my insurance policy was paid up

TAMMY
You know how long I hadda wait to get reservations for this restaurant…

LEN
…obviously not long enough…

TAMMY
…seven months! If you think I’m going to give up the chance to dine here…

LEN
And a fine dining establishment it is – if you’re into salmonella poisoning

TAMMY
Get a grip! The waiter is coming to try to act normal, if that’s possible

(the waiter dressed in an Elvis jumpsuit struts over, swinging his hips in a typical Elvis-like walk. He smoothes the sides of his hair with his hands, frequently)

WAITER
(swinging his hips between every word)
Evening folks’. Need a menu? Uh-huh – oh yeah…

LEN
No. We prefer to use ESP to order. Of course we need a menu!

TAMMY
Don’t mind my husband – I don’t. Leave the menu and we’ll choose

LEN
All these dishes are Elvis songs. “Bee bop a lu-la chicken wings…” The Love Me Tender t-bone looks interesting and it comes with fries and a “I Did It My Way” salad. Look at this. Says here on the menu that all their steaks are aged to perfection. Wonder if they mean that their meat is yesterday’s road kill?

TAMMY
Have you considered that your cranial spark plugs have stopped kicking in? I can’t make up my mind – so many choices…

(the waiter comes over to take the order)

LEN
Are all those dishes served a la carte?

WAITER
(swinging hips)
No – on a plate. Uh-huh…

TAMMY
Just go and choose something already, will ‘ya?

WAITER
Want me to come back, folks? Uh-huh…

LIGHTS DIM

TAMMY
Ssshhh! Quiet! The shows is gonna begin

SOUND: GUITAR TWANG

LEN
I don’t see why we hav’ta be quiet. Cheez – I can hear the sound of someone pumping gas outside…

(The song from “2001: A Space Odyssey” is heard and the clerk dressed in a mechanic’s uniform on the other side of the room walks in front of the counter holding a hand mic:

CLERK
“For you entertainment and plea-sure, the King has entered the building!”

(An over-weight bordering-on-obese man dressed in a white jump suit enters stopping to pose while leaning on a cane. A wide belt hangs well below a sagging stomach; black avaiator glasses covers his eyes and a badly-fitting black wig sits lob-sided towards the front of his head)
CLERK
“Direct from his engagement at the luxurious Pink Flamingo Laundromat and Bank Drive Thru in Tijuana, Mex-i-co, the management of Jackson’s 7/11 and Diner is pround to present, “the” King of Rock’n’Roll himself, the one – the only – El-vis!”

(A bent over Elvis slowly makes his way to the other side of the room. He stoops over to kiss Len, who pushes him way:

ELVIS
“Whoops – sorry. Gotta get my eyes checked

(he whips out a dirty handkerchief, spits on it and cleans his eyes and replaces it in a back pocket)

ELVIS
(in a weak squeaky voice)
Thank y’all very much! It’s the first time I been back this way goin’ on twenty years…or maybe it’s thirty… Anyway… Good to see y’all ain’t fergetten the King

(whips out his handkerchief again and blows his nose)

ELVIS
Guess I ain’t the same Elvis you remember a ways back, huh? But then who is?

(starts coughing and choking. Scantily dresses nurses rush over to pat him on the back

ELVIS
See? I still got it but now I don’t know what to do with it! Thank y’all very much… Listen ladies – go see if you can find my extra set of dentures that I left in a steak yesterday.

(starts to choke again and a well-endowed female doctor wearing tight fitting clothing enters, with a stethoscope draped around her neck)

DOCTOR
Now Mr. Elvis – honey – you know you gotta take it easy. Your ticker ain’t what it used to be

Elvis
(laughing and staring at her breasts)
Yeah but ask me if I care. Thank you all very much. And now before the spaceship comes to take me away, I’m gonna sing you a personal favourite of mine…

(Elvis sings the first few lines of “My Way” completely off-key

LEN
(starting to get up)
Oh fer… We’re not gonna stay and listen to this… The man is obviously senile

(sound of tires squeaking to a stop and the slam of car doors)

ELVIS
Uh-oh…they’re coming back…I knew they’d find me… Damn aliens!

(Two male “punkers” i.e. pink/green/purple hair wearing white outfits move on either side of Elvis and take his arms)

MALE 1
C’mon pops. You got another gig at Wilsons Shop-A-Rama…

ELVIS
But…but…I ain’t finished my set, yet!

MALE 1
(shaking his head and winking at Len and Tammy)

You don’t wanna be late for your big entrance.

ELVIS
Where’s my peanut butter and banana sandwich. I caint sing without it!


MALE 1
Here you are…

(the two men start to lead Elvis off the stage but Elvis stops and addresses the couple)

ELVIS
Thank you all very much!

(Elvis walks over, signs a piece of paper and hands it to Len and then exits with the men)

LEN
(addressing waiter)
That was not “the” Elvis Presley now, was it? You got us here under false pretences. And that’s against the law, y’know!

WAITER
The guy is 72 years old. Whad’ya expect? He’s got two hip replacements and a bad knee and his shaking days are behind him. By the way, know that piece of paper he handed you?

LEN
I really couldn’t care less about the man’s autograph… In fact this is what I think of you AND your Elvis

(LEN rips up the piece of paper into small pieces)

WAITER
You shouldn’t have done that. Uh-uh…

LEN
Elvis my a-s-s!

WAITER
That piece of paper would’a given you a tank of gas with your meal. Oh well…uh-huh…

(Len throws himself down on the floor picking up the pieces of paper trying to put them together)

LEN
A tank of gas is a tank of gas…

VOICE OVER
“The King has left the building”

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Elvis – The Real Story
By Eleanor Tylbor

CAST OF CHARACTERS

TAMMY 40-something avid Elvis fan and wife of Len
LEN 40-something husband of Tammy
ELVIS, former big star/singer/performer

THE TIME
The present

THE PLACE
Jackson’s 7-11 GAS BAR AND DINER

Photos of Elvis cover a large portion of one wall and Elvis songs play non-stop. There is a table with two chairs on one side of the room, while the other side of the room has the usual gas station displays of motor oil, etc.

AT RISE:

TAMMY and LEN are seated at a table, looking around the room

Len
(Scrutinizing the surroundings)
Um…who recommended this place?

TAMMY
(reading small book)
The restaurant guide write up says it’s fine dining with a difference

LEN
Fine dining if you’re a rat! Did you happen to notice that a cockroach just crawled out of our breadbasket? Must be one that escaped the Chef’s special catch-of-the-day

TAMMY
Stop being so negative and take in the atmosphere

LEN
You mean the “eau du garbage” coming from the back? Phew!

TAMMY
You’re so…provincial in your thinking, sweetheart. Look at all this authentic ‘60’s décor!

LEN
More like early condemned. Take a look at this place. Every square inch of wall space is covered with faded Elvis photos and the man’s been dead for how many years?

TAMMY
That the beauty of this place! It’s like a shrine devoted to “The King”

LEN
Are you saying that this…this garage and one-table-café was the King of Rock and Roll’s eatery of choice? Not!

TAMMY
For your information they say he used to eat fried chicken here and sometimes he even entertained diners

LEN
Was that before or after he turned into the Goodyear blimp? If I had known we were coming here to eat, I’d have checked to make sure my insurance policy was paid up

TAMMY
You know how long I hadda wait to get reservations for this restaurant…

LEN
…obviously not long enough…

TAMMY
…seven months! If you think I’m going to give up the chance to dine here…

LEN
And a fine dining establishment it is – if you’re into salmonella poisoning

TAMMY
Get a grip! The waiter is coming to try to act normal, if that’s possible

(the waiter dressed in an Elvis jumpsuit struts over, swinging his hips in a typical Elvis-like walk. He smoothes the sides of his hair with his hands, frequently)

WAITER
(swinging his hips between every word)
Evening folks’. Need a menu? Uh-huh – oh yeah…

LEN
No. We prefer to use ESP to order. Of course we need a menu!

TAMMY
Don’t mind my husband – I don’t. Leave the menu and we’ll choose

LEN
All these dishes are Elvis songs. “Bee bop a lu-la chicken wings…” The Love Me Tender t-bone looks interesting and it comes with fries and a “I Did It My Way” salad. Look at this. Says here on the menu that all their steaks are aged to perfection. Wonder if they mean that their meat is yesterday’s road kill?

TAMMY
Have you considered that your cranial spark plugs have stopped kicking in? I can’t make up my mind – so many choices…

(the waiter comes over to take the order)

LEN
Are all those dishes served a la carte?

WAITER
(swinging hips)
No – on a plate. Uh-huh…

TAMMY
Just go and choose something already, will ‘ya?

WAITER
Want me to come back, folks? Uh-huh…

LIGHTS DIM

TAMMY
Ssshhh! Quiet! The shows is gonna begin

SOUND: GUITAR TWANG

LEN
I don’t see why we hav’ta be quiet. Cheez – I can hear the sound of someone pumping gas outside…

(The song from “2001: A Space Odyssey” is heard and the clerk dressed in a mechanic’s uniform on the other side of the room walks in front of the counter holding a hand mic:

CLERK
“For you entertainment and plea-sure, the King has entered the building!”

(An over-weight bordering-on-obese man dressed in a white jump suit enters stopping to pose while leaning on a cane. A wide belt hangs well below a sagging stomach; black avaiator glasses covers his eyes and a badly-fitting black wig sits lob-sided towards the front of his head)
CLERK
“Direct from his engagement at the luxurious Pink Flamingo Laundromat and Bank Drive Thru in Tijuana, Mex-i-co, the management of Jackson’s 7/11 and Diner is pround to present, “the” King of Rock’n’Roll himself, the one – the only – El-vis!”

(A bent over Elvis slowly makes his way to the other side of the room. He stoops over to kiss Len, who pushes him way:

ELVIS
“Whoops – sorry. Gotta get my eyes checked

(he whips out a dirty handkerchief, spits on it and cleans his eyes and replaces it in a back pocket)

ELVIS
(in a weak squeaky voice)
Thank y’all very much! It’s the first time I been back this way goin’ on twenty years…or maybe it’s thirty… Anyway… Good to see y’all ain’t fergetten the King

(whips out his handkerchief again and blows his nose)

ELVIS
Guess I ain’t the same Elvis you remember a ways back, huh? But then who is?

(starts coughing and choking. Scantily dresses nurses rush over to pat him on the back

ELVIS
See? I still got it but now I don’t know what to do with it! Thank y’all very much… Listen ladies – go see if you can find my extra set of dentures that I left in a steak yesterday.

(starts to choke again and a well-endowed female doctor wearing tight fitting clothing enters, with a stethoscope draped around her neck)

DOCTOR
Now Mr. Elvis – honey – you know you gotta take it easy. Your ticker ain’t what it used to be

Elvis
(laughing and staring at her breasts)
Yeah but ask me if I care. Thank you all very much. And now before the spaceship comes to take me away, I’m gonna sing you a personal favourite of mine…

(Elvis sings the first few lines of “My Way” completely off-key

LEN
(starting to get up)
Oh fer… We’re not gonna stay and listen to this… The man is obviously senile

(sound of tires squeaking to a stop and the slam of car doors)

ELVIS
Uh-oh…they’re coming back…I knew they’d find me… Damn aliens!

(Two male “punkers” i.e. pink/green/purple hair wearing white outfits move on either side of Elvis and take his arms)

MALE 1
C’mon pops. You got another gig at Wilsons Shop-A-Rama…

ELVIS
But…but…I ain’t finished my set, yet!

MALE 1
(shaking his head and winking at Len and Tammy)

You don’t wanna be late for your big entrance.

ELVIS
Where’s my peanut butter and banana sandwich. I caint sing without it!


MALE 1
Here you are…

(the two men start to lead Elvis off the stage but Elvis stops and addresses the couple)

ELVIS
Thank you all very much!

(Elvis walks over, signs a piece of paper and hands it to Len and then exits with the men)

LEN
(addressing waiter)
That was not “the” Elvis Presley now, was it? You got us here under false pretences. And that’s against the law, y’know!

WAITER
The guy is 72 years old. Whad’ya expect? He’s got two hip replacements and a bad knee and his shaking days are behind him. By the way, know that piece of paper he handed you?

LEN
I really couldn’t care less about the man’s autograph… In fact this is what I think of you AND your Elvis

(LEN rips up the piece of paper into small pieces)

WAITER
You shouldn’t have done that. Uh-uh…

LEN
Elvis my a-s-s!

WAITER
That piece of paper would’a given you a tank of gas with your meal. Oh well…uh-huh…

(Len throws himself down on the floor picking up the pieces of paper trying to put them together)

LEN
A tank of gas is a tank of gas…

VOICE OVER
“The King has left the building”

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