Tucker Max

People like Tucker Max are the reason women become Lesbians. He is probably one of the most despicable people on the planet. His lack of empathy towards anyone and everyone makes not only men but humans in general look bad. If I were a woman from another country and read this book it would probably make me not only hate men but never want to be alone in the room with one again. I personally know people like Max, have had to work around them and listen to them. It is beyond sad. People like show more him are the reason you cannot compliment a coworker without getting hit with sexual harassment. What is even sadder is that they think they are funny and witty. No they are just shallow and immature. show less

I think these stories are totally believable. I saw and experienced much of the same when I was 17 and 18. But why are these adolescent experiences subjects for a book? There were no moral epiphanies, no poetic phrasing, no existential wanderings; nothing. It was all just sex, flatulence, vomiting, alcoholic blackouts, and disgracing / taking advantage of other people (sometimes all in the same story). There are really two problems here: First, the writing and editing are absolutely show more horrible. Secondly, how the fuck did this become a New York Times bestseller? What the fuck is wrong with this world? I picked it up at a Goodwill. I knew that a movie had been made about it so I thought I would give it a chance. Bad mistake. Bestseller?!? Movie?!? Before now I have never burned a book, but I torched this motherfucker. I didn't want someone else to stumble across it in a Goodwill and be jolted by the alarming shock of the giant steaming pile of bullshit that has become of our culture. show less

Surprisingly better than I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell. He's more honest with himself and with others and it focuses more on his life after the success of his first book. He's an asshole, he knows this, he doesn't bullshit people into believing otherwise, so he's an honest asshole and in some ways you have to respect that. The ending is just too hilarious.

I'll give Tucker Max one thing: he knows how to tell a story, and I'm sure he tells them well, too (especially over a drink or two - or twenty). Some of the stories aren't that spectacular unless you live in small-town America, maybe, and I know several "close friends" that could easily tell worse booze 'n sex stories from their private lives. After a few chapters the reader can't help but feel that the author was yes indeed an self-centred asshole (which the author readily admits to; and he show more probably still is, since his contrite asides ring very hollow), but also a small-minded bigot with serious masculinity issues. The first can be fun if tiresome, the second aspect is very unattractive. I couldn't help but think that this is the kind of guy for whom life will get progressively worse as his brain, his body and his relationships with other people will inevitably deteriorate under his destructive impulses. Not recommended. show less