The companion to Last Train to Memphis, this book is of a different quality. Guralnick chooses in this book not to lean on experiences and stories of the 'old folks back home', but rather follows the chronology in a factual way.
In a way the Elvis of the sixties isn't as energetically exciting as the Elvis before he went into the army. It doesn't become clear why this change has come about, so the bulk of the first half is almost a from-movieset-to-movieset diary account of his life in Hollywood.
Then things speed up and become interesting towards the end of the 60's, only to cool down again in the 70's where the tone becomes more sullen, more sombre.
Ofcourse, the fans all know about the personal problems, but Guralnick doesn't go into that too much. Nor does he go into Elvis' religious bout in the mid-sixties. It's what makes the book a bit of a dry read, but at the same time it's a blessing for it makes the book stand out from hearsay and thrillseaking fake journalism.