“An incoherent chop suey of big ideas and overfamiliar biography. Elvis Presley and America are gigantic, symbiotic symbols that for my entire lifetime have been exhaustingly over-employed to prop up whatever lazy abstractions you may please. Jarecki happens upon this trampled terrain as if he had the Pinta and the Santa María in tow.” – WBUR’s The ARTery, 07/11/2018