The Electric Typewriter
Great articles and essays by the world's best journalists and writers.by Nick Tosches
It was 3 o’clock in the morning and the master bedroom of Graceland was still. Elvis Presley lay in his blue cotton pajamas dreaming. It was the same old dream. He walked through Tupelo in the late afternoon on a summer’s day, toward the home of the virgin Evangeline. He was smiling as he turned a corner and entered a street where lush hackberry trees swallowed the sun.
By Nick Tosches
Driven by romantic, spiritual, and medicinal imperatives, the author goes in search of something everyone tells him no longer exists: an opium den. From Hong Kong to Bangkok to the Golden Triangle, he is offered every decadence known to the East—and learns the truth about the perfect drug.
By Nick Tosches
In the end, it’s one of those choices we have to make in life: icefish and tuna sinew or that new H.D. TV for the next season of American Idol.
