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Great expectations...poor follow thru,
This review is from: I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell (Paperback)While this book is initially novel; indeed I found myself laughing out loud on a plane and even near crying. That feeling quickly wears off as the stories become repetitive. And as extreme as Tucket believes himself to be...it's nothing I hadn't heard, seen, or experienced myself.
Where the book falls short is the self-aggrandizing nature that comes out in every single story. Sure, the whole point is Tucket (Yes, I'm calling him Tucket on purpose...you know, like the Friar) is appealing to his own excessiveness. The failure is that his excessiveness is not as grand as he wants to convey. It's like one of those little teenagers who believes every sentence they speak is the end all and be all.
You will find it throughout the book where he says "I destroyed that girls life" or "I've wrecked their world, they will never be the same" about people he merely said a few harsh words to. Ok. Tucket, if you forget girls names you have sex with...what's the likelihood the same slutty girls remember you enough to have their world destroyed? They probably don't ever even think about you. People don't remember drunken idiots they saw one time in their life who said some randomly harsh thing to them. (Here's a hint any adult knows...there are much more important and ultimately valuable things in life to even care about random harsh words that some jester spoke at the local watering hole)
By the time he finished writing this book...he was nearly 30...yet it's still written in the tense of all importance (like a teenager). It's just so obvious that all these experiences have given him no real earned knowledge of life. You can conclude a) Tucket has endured no real hardship in life i.e. had to make it on his own thru tough circumstances b) If he hasn't learned it by now, he won't, so he will never have anything meaningful in life at all (which is a terrible comment on humanity in a time when human beings need to step up their accountability on this planet)
If you go back to the preface of the book, Tucket is talking up his intelligence, the writing of the book, blah, blah, blah. And once you start looking in, you'll notice the book is, in fact, poorly written. Horrendously written. The editing is just inexcusable. In the most recent copy too. Countless grammar errors, inaccuracies, and poor organization of stories.
The great level of detail (given to drunken reveling, which is as we all know, not recountable (even with a tape recorder)) is what causes holes in many of the stories. For instance, Tucket forgets stories that he told before (or the book doesn't organize them right) and then he says something that contradicts an earlier story. Just for one example; he begins the stories with "Slingblade" as various 1999-2005...all the stories involves "Slingblade" in this section. He mentions a story where he had just met him and was over at his apartment...since "Blade" is in every story, and he just met him, it has to be in the early dates of 1999...yet somehow Tucket recalls "Slingblade" having a PS2 in his apartment...HMMMMMMMMMM. Considering the PS2 wasn't out till October of 2000...and there are countless examples of these errors in the book. (Which probably indicates exaggeration of almost everything in the book, like calling yourself a celebrity when you are not, Tina Fey is a celeb, Chuck Lidel is a celeb, Carrot Top is a celeb [yes, Tucket, Carrot Top is infinitely more recognizable than you], if Tucket walked into 99.9999% of the bars in America not one person would recognize him there. i.e. you're not a celebrity)
And who did Tucket get for the front of the book? Because his pictures of himself in the book, don't look nearly as good as the guy on the cover. In fact, he's not good looking guy, so hats off to him for pulling some while impaired with that disability. Throughout the book in the "present" tense writing he talks about being in shape...yet we know he's not tall and at the end of book tour admits to being near 200 lbs...which is overweight.
The only props I can truly give him is that he admits to being a POS human being. Which is a completely accurate description as he has contributed nothing to society - and no Tucket - your book and stories are not a contribution to society...sorry. It's so overwhelmingly naive to say something like that (and on the backside of the book too).
All in all...the big disappointment is the writing eventually betrays the book, you realize that the author is an infant at best (at the age of 30...), you get a few good laughs, but ultimately your own experiences prove funnier and more memorable than his. So you conclude that the book has been no real contribution to your personal outlook. Ultimately, he took something that could have been quite unique and thru his bumbling incompetence, defecated all over it.
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Initial post: Jan 21, 2010 3:25:12 AM PST
You found the book worthwhile enough to level an extensive commentary. Perhaps you are doable.
Posted on Feb 23, 2010 6:41:38 AM PST
1) It's Friar Tuck.
2) The depth of your analysis leads me to question why you would purchase & read this book in the first place. You reveal yourself to be someone incapable or unwilling to appreciate this brand of humor.
I have no interest in defending the author. I enjoyed this book because I took it for what it was. I'm sure he exaggerated at times. The point: Who cares?
You're acting like Perry Mason debasing a book about a guy who drinks a lot and scams on women. [Your investigation includes a chronological comparison using the year of release of the PS2 as reference. Really???] Your review speaks volumes more about you than it does this book or its author.
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