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I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell

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A raunchy egomaniac and his offensive, shameless stories. Wow. It's like bungee-jumping into the middle of the mosh pit at a fraternity grain party. I'm one of those girls who liked the Tucker book. Well, actually this is sort of a mixed review. The first story I read was the Tucker tries(...). I nearly peed myself it was so funny. For shock value and out of control laughs, you could stop after that story and be satisfied. The next story I read was pretty funny. The next brought a few chuckles, and by the fifth I was getting bored. Vomit and poopy pants is only shocking and funny once; not a dozen stories in a row. It seems pretty obvious that he decided early on to "never let the truth get in the way of a good story". However, once you get over that literary hurdle of discovery, there are some really funny parts.

Don't get me wrong, if you like comedy and can overcome the frat-i-tude its worth reading a few of the stories. For the price of 2 drinks, there are few things to read for such out of control laughs right out of the gate. I don't mean to knock Tucker, not that he'd care. I assumed by the content, writing and vocabulary this was written by a college freshman. When I later learned he's a 30ish attorney, I was shocked. Hopefully his next book he'll sharpen his pencil and delve a tad deeper into the memoir craft.

For readers, I hope this tip helps. (It sure would have helped me). I recommend taking this book in small doses. Limit yourself to reading one story every few days, and you'll love it. As for Tucker fans who are getting bored waiting for his sequel, there's another hilarious book right up this alley that takes it a whole notch higher.

High Heels and Dirty Deals - Globetrotting Tales of Debauchery from a Binge-drinking Nymphomaniac

Ok, the book looked interesting, I had seven hours of air travel ahead, what the heck?

Flight takes off, so I begin reading the first chapter. ok, not so bad. Makes me even a little excited thinking about my pre-married with children days, and I am on my way to Vegas to boot! Perfect combination, at least until I got a couple of chapters into the book and realized that it sucked. it was poorly written, not at all riveting, and not original or thought provoking. By less than a quarter into the book, I started rooting against Max, hoping that he would pass out from doing 20-something shots and split his head open. I hoped he would get crabs. I wanted to read about the girl he knocked up. But except for one joke from a pissed off former girlfriend, none of that ever came to pass. Bummer.

Like previous posters said, if I want to hear stories about drunken boys getting laid I will hang out with my old school buddies, people I care about. Tucker, I just never cared about you or the shameless way you treated everyone around you. Good luck with your book in a few years called, "I Hope They Prescribe Rogain in Hell".

I borrowed this book on a deployment when reading material was very scarce. I read a little over half of it before I grew bored. Every story is basically the same. Some guy gets drunk, has sex and does something humiliating or a variation of that formula. The writing is mediocre at best and lacks any memorable prose.
However I think the most irritating part about this book is that the author claims all the stories are true. They are not. Some may be but most are not. Of the 6 stories/chapters I read, 4 stories I had heard before in the early to mid 90s either in college or in the army. They are Frat/Army/Young male urban legends. They always start something like My brother was telling me about this guy in his frat who "Insert drinking/sex/humiliation story here". There is nothing wrong with these stories. I have told a few of them myself. However the main draw of this book seems to be that the stories are true. When they are obviously fiction or at least exaggerations it detracts from the book and makes it sort of silly.

Have you ever been drunk? Have you ever done stupid things with your friends? Have you visited a strip club? Have you ever screwed over somebody? Have you ever had a stupid, lame, one-night stand?

If you answered "yes" to any of the above, save your $16 and do not throw away precious hours of your life. It IS that boring.

Tucker Max admits he's a jerk but he somehow thinks recounting endless vomiting sessions, discussing the many times he's acted like a shallow, abusive pig, and relaying the details of his bodily fluid excretions is worth a book. There are a few funny bits _ the Breathalyzer one at the beginning comes to mind _ but it all gets tedious really fast. It's frat-boy trash humor by a pampered kid who thinks he's being cute or profound, or something. You want to grab this idiot by the throat, shake him and say: "Grow up and care about someone else!" That said, maybe the book goes down better after a few shots of Jaegermeister. Better yet, save your money for the booze.

As another reviewer stated: crude; yes, stupid; yes, funny; NO, I have to totally agree, this book is far from funny, its obnoxious at times, and tedious to read. Tucker Max boasts about getting laid and making fun of women which is all the book is really about.Dont expect the character to shift his mindset or ever grow up; there is no moral story. Maybe I'm being ridiculous for wanting one out of tucker but it would have made the story more interesting to see this immature insecure guy realize his faults then grow up, but unfortunately that didnt happen. If youre into an insecure guy getting drunk and laid maybe this book is for you, but I didnt find anything about it funny and had to force myself to finish the book which was really a waste of time.I threw it out afterwards.

A cluster of stories about an overgrown frat boy whose only recreational activities are getting drunk, insulting people and having anonymous and often degrading sex, I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell doesn't know what it wants to be. It clearly is tangentially related to the "don't be like this guy" comedy of Seth McFarlane, Seth Rogen, et al, but also has millions of adoring frat boy fans who find Max' misogynistic alcoholic scumbag to be a positive role model.

I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell is funny at first, but the sheer repetition becomes numbing and finally appalling. It is difficult not to imagine him actually doing these things, which completely ruins the joke. It might have worked as a cartoon in the vein of the Seths, but as purported true stories, all you can imagine is this scumbag inflicting all this human suffering so he could get a chuckle or an orgasm.

Even by his own declared ethical standard of "bros before hos," the "Max" character (benefit of the doubt) fails, casually abandoning his friends to violence or Law Enforcement as he chases more empty pleasures which he will pursue again the next night.

The one positive thing about this book is that it exposes the frat boy culture as essentially sociopathic at core. For that reason alone, it should be required reading at University orientations.

Greetings,

Do not purchase this book. I have no issues with the content of the book; just the poor writing style. The book is so poorly written that I question if an editor was even involved. Much like his life, the writing is equally shallow. I assume the author wanted to replicate the atmosphere one experiences when friends get together at a bar and tell stories. He just fails miserably.

I do recommend his blog. His writing style, or lack of, is much better suited for short blog entries. His lack of focus, which plagues his book, is not a problem since the entries tend to be shorter.

Overall, I equate this book to watching monkeys throwing feces at each other. It's really funny for the first three minutes but it gets really old really fast.

This book has absolutely no redeeming qualities. It is a waste of time, money, and any effort spent recognizing its existence. I wrote a more detailed review yesterday, but it was promptly deleted by either Amazon or the author. As a result, this review is a little more succint and to the point. The book is worthless drivel--bottom line. I wonder how long this review stays up.

Unfortunately, I read enough of this novel to be able to write the review you will see below. I am sorry that I did, and write this only to discourage others from purchasing his novel.

Tucker Max is an incredibly self-centered, depraved individual. His book's popularity demonstrates that vulgarity can and is promotable in literary form. This book has been spread by word-of-mouth in the same ways that all things awful and degrading gain fame. The only people that would find this book enjoyable are:

1) Those that idolize Tucker's actions and activities, praising him as a king and aspiring to live vicariously through his lifestyle of casual sex and binge drinking.

2) Those that seek to experience a sensation of relief that they don't live a life nearly as loathsome as Tucker's, who weigh themselves on imbalanced scales of morality/depravity and walk away with a false sense of accomplishment.

3) Those that enjoy the shallow humor/entertainment in the degradation of women, recounted by an author who has no empathy for anyone other than himself.

All would still be mistaken to purchase this book. Do not buy this book out of curiosity. Do not buy this book because it's on the New York Times Best Sellers List. Do not buy this book if you show the slightest bit of empathy for women. Tucker is an animal whose contributions to society are increasingly destructive each and every time this novel is purchased.