Book Description | Our focus is stolen; Why We Have Become Attention Deficits By Johann Hari ... "When my godson was nine, he developed a strange (but short-lived) obsession with Elvis Presley. He would sing "Jailhouse Rock" at the top of his lungs, trying to imitate the King's own voice, and shaking his waist like him. He didn't know that this style of singing was now a joke; so he did it with all the sincerity of a pre-teen, thinking it made him sound great. In the brief pauses before he sang the same song again, he would demand to know everything about Elvis (everything! everything!), so I told him this stupid, sad, exciting story. I said, Elvis Presley was born in one of the poorest towns in Mississippi... far, far away. He came into this world with a twin brother who died within minutes of his birth. As a child, his mother had told him that his brother could hear his voice if he sang To the moon every night, he sang and sang. He began performing in front of audiences at the same time that television was becoming popular, and in the blink of an eye he became more famous than anyone before him. Wherever Elvis went, people would scream at his excitement, until his whole world was screaming. He withdrew into a cocoon of his own making, glorifying his possessions instead of his lost freedom. He bought his mother a mansion and called it Graceland. |