How can you write a novel about rock n roll and get Elvis Presleys age wrong?
It’s not easy, but I did it. Those who believe that Elvis is really dead tend to accept the official report that he was 42 years old when he passed away. However, Jack Tagger, the protoganist of Basket Case, thinks that Elvis was 46. That’s probably because he used the same cheap almanac that I did, which had it wrong, and was too lazy to doublecheck. By the time I caught my mistake it was too late to change it in the novel, so now it becomes Jack’s screwup, another of his morbid fixations. Such are the fringe benefits of writing fiction.
