is a great “rashoman” style telling of the Elvis legend by fellow Kentuckian Alana Nash. She crafts the perspectives of 3 members of the Memphis Mafia; Marty Lacker, Lamar Fike, and Billy Smith for the definitive inside story. I'm sure Baz must have taken a look at this while making his movie.
I've read this book about 8 times. It's been my bedtime reading of late. I've been putting on 70's Elvis concerts from Youtube to get me in the mood and to induce sleep. Like Beach Boys concerts from the same era, It's wretched stuff. Elvis was a religion for his fanatics even before the final Fleet enema. My cousin, Randy Brown was one of their legion. He had the first Elvis room I ever saw in the backroom of Mama Burch's shack in Stamping Ground. I had to work past this to find the Sun Sessions because he was a joke to any reasonably hip resident of the 1970's and I liked the Partridge Family!!! It was very Nixon silent majority shit. He did aspire to be Tricky Dick's Narc ( most requested picture from the national archives btw).
Well, I digressed there. Definitely a book you should read if you get the chance.