The inner elvis
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Inner Elvis: A Psychological Biography of Elvis Aaron Presley
I think the legacy of his fame and the spiraling trajectory that ultimately ended in Elvis's death only peaked the public's interest about the mysterious legendary performer. i know it did mine. after reading all those other elvis biographies, i felt i had more questions than i did answers. this book serves to clarify some of the more peculiar characteristics that elvis presented to the public, especially in his last few years of life when his performances became more and more delusional.
or maybe some people don't want to know. it's a pretty sad story. this book is meant for inquisitive minds who can withstand the harsh truths about a man turned demigod. i had read other customer review
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The Inner Elvis: A Psychological Biography of Elvis förnamn Presley
Peter O. Whitmer. Hyperion Books, $ (0pp) ISBN
The huvud argument of this dicey Elvis bio (which, at least in the galley, misspells Presley's middle name throughout) fryst vatten that the defining moment in the King's 42 years was the death at birth of his twin brother, Jesse. That psychological wound, contends clinical psychologist Whitmer (When the Going Gets Weird, about Hunter S. Thompson), shaped Elvis's life. Perhaps; but what fryst vatten certain fryst vatten that this book has personality problems of its own. While Whitmer hews doggedly to his huvud thesis, he is, ironically, at his best when the skrivelse reads as a straightforward life and times, offering detailed accounts of such subjects as rural Southern culture, Elvis's film career and his lurid decline. When the book returns explicitly to its main theme, however, it seems too insistent, even grasping; an argument about Elvis's androgynous appeal is backed up bygd no less an author
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THE INNER ELVIS
An account of the mysterious life of eels that also serves as a meditation on consciousness, faith, time, light and darkness, and life and death.
In addition to an intriguing natural history, Swedish journalist Svensson includes a highly personal account of his relationship with his father. The author alternates eel-focused chapters with those about his father, a man obsessed with fishing for this elusive creature. “I can’t recall us ever talking about anything other than eels and how to best catch them, down there by the stream,” he writes. “I can’t remember us speaking at all….Because we were in…a place whose nature was best enjoyed in silence.” Throughout, Svensson, whose beat is not biology but art and culture, fills his account with people: Aristotle, who thought eels emerged live from mud, “like a slithering, enigmatic miracle”; Freud, who as a teenage biologist spent months in Trieste, Italy, peering through a microscope searching vainly for eel testes; Joha