Goldman Aint Nothin But A Hound Dog!
Albert Goldmans definitive biography of Elvis Presley not only viciously attacks the greatest cultural hero of our century, but it confirms once and for all a suspicion Ive had about Goldman ever since I read his decadent, ohisnt-it-terrible-that-he-was-aperverted-junkie account of Lenny Bruces life several years ago.
Goldman Aint Nothin But A Hound Dog!
CREEMEDIA
ELVIS
by Albert Goldman (McGraw-Hill)
by Bill Holdship
Albert Goldmans definitive biography of Elvis Presley not only viciously attacks the greatest cultural hero of our century, but it confirms once and for all a suspicion Ive had about Goldman ever since I read his decadent, ohisnt-it-terrible-that-he-was-aperverted-junkie account of Lenny Bruces life several years ago. The man definitely has a few psychological demons of his own.
Its no secret that Elvis was a miserable, paranoid drug addict during his final years, but its hard to believe that he was the utter monstrosity Goldman portrays him to be in this book. If were to believe Goldmans account (and it isnt easy when one considers that 90% of his facts lack any sufficient documentation), the King never did a single good thing in 42 years of existence, while his entire life and career, not to mention the musical form he spawned, was nothing more than a sick joke. Even when Goldman portrays some of Elviss more benevolent moments, such as his habit of giving lavish gifts to friends and complete strangers, it is always attributed to stupidity.