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I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell Paperback – September 1, 2009
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Tucker Max received his B.A. from the University of Chicago, where he graduated in 1998. He attended Duke Law School on an academic scholarship, where he graduated with a J.D. in 2001 (despite the fact that he neglected to buy any of his textbooks for his final two years and spent part of one semester—while still enrolled in classes—living in Cancun). Tucker is purportedly the reason Duke dropped from 7 to 11 in the USN&WR rankings during his tenure. He currently lives in Los Angeles, and when he isn't drinking or fornicating, he writes for his website, TuckerMax.com.
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WARNING: This book is not for the sensitive prude, if you are easily offended by vivid sexual descriptions, alcohol abuse, bodily fluids, drugs and complete mismanagement of all those I listed; this book is not for you.
He reminds me of Hunter Thompson, who became a disappointment as he degenerated from being a real journalist. Teenage boys were swept along reading him because he talked such entertaining trash about his dissolute lifestyle - alcohol, the many drugs of the 1970s, playing with guns. That increasingly became the focus of his writing. He maintained the pretense of being a political journalist, railing about Nixon and fascism to keep that up, while spending Rolling Stone’s money like a drunken sailor. He spent less and less time observing anything or interviewing anyone, and as such had less and less to say.
Max doesn’t care about politics and actually sustains writing about being a degenerate better than Thompson did. I compare the two because Thompson’s most popular book was “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.” Max has a chapter here about a debauch in Vegas, which reminded me of that. Like Thompson, Max is from Kentucky, with a similar good ole boy touch in his writing.
Max is upfront that he’s writing solely about drinking, chasing women, and getting into the kind of trouble the young get into, trouble they’ll recall fondly as codgers sitting by the fire. He knows he’s an a-hole, he’s shameless about it, and he regularly reminds you of it in case you were about to forget it.
Max has a great sense of humor and written delivery. Watching him and his fellow law students - Slingblade, El Bingeroso, PWJ, Hate, Credit and company - get trashed and search for easy women is endlessly entertaining.
They don’t have to search very hard. Welcome to Hookup Culture, where the girls are as drunk and trashy as the boys. The more Max needles or insults girls, the likelier they seem to sleep with him. Go figure.
Max is irrepressibly optimistic about his ability to pick up women. It is important to observe, in the Age of Weinstein, that the sexual landscape Max depicts is diametrically opposed to the one consisting of scary traumas inflicted on fragile snowflakes by big bad horndogs who LOOK at their BREASTS.
Here, we see an hordes of young women hanging out in bars with their girlfriends, engaging in the badinage and banter Max excels at, getting as ridiculously drunk as he does, finding him more and more entertaining as he insults them more and more, and all with the goal of getting laid. After Max begins his website, publishes his first book and goes on a booksigning tour, college girls, knowing who he is, actually clamor to hook up with him.
Those who think the sexual revolution was a contribution to humanity might want to read this. This is what Hookup Culture really looks like and this is what the sexual revolution wrought. Sexual revolutionaries: proud of yourselves? Men will sniff after sex wherever it might be available, and the more they think it’s available the cruder and more direct they’ll get. Hold Max in contempt if you want, but he doesn’t care. For young men, Hooking Up is the coin of the realm.
Ugh. Just a little of that kind of joking from this immature, egotistical, man-child goes a long way. Couldn't finish it. Didn't want to. Glad I got it on a Kindle promo, but regret buying it nonetheless.
As for the books content, I found it hilarious, but if you are easily offended, stay away. You have to read it with a grain of salt, some of Tucker's stories seem so utterly unbelievable that you have to suspend disbelief (or simply take a few drinks before reading, I suppose) to buy into what he's saying. It's essentially a compilation of his best stories found at Tuckermax.com, so feel free to read those first. If you find his stories on their funny, then buy the book! It's more stories much in the same vein as the ones on his website.
It's not literary, and I wouldn't read it on a subway, but Tucker's stories will make you laugh!