I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell : with 16 page photo insert
- ISBN13: 9780806532257
- Condition: NEW
- Notes: Brand New from Publisher. No Remainder Mark.
Product Description
My name is Tucker Max, and I am an asshole. I get excessively drunk at inappropriate times, disregard social norms, indulge every whim, ignore the consequences of my actions, mock idiots and posers, sleep with more women than is safe or reasonable, and just generally act like a raging dickhead. But, I do contribute to humanity in one very important way: I share my adventures with the world. —from the Introduction Actual reader feedback: “I am completely baff… More >>
I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell : with 16 page photo insert
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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
Rating: 3 / 5
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.
Rating: 2 / 5
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”.
Rating: 2 / 5
This hysterical book is brutally honest in its portrayal of the human male. While the humor is at times sophomoric, I found myself laughing throughout–sometimes at the comedy of the story, other times in embarrassment as I saw glimpses of my own life. If you’ve read Chelsea Goldstein’s Hook-up Chronicles Hook-Up Chronicles, this book is the male equivalent. Like a circus clown being arrested, or a mime being hit in the face with monkey-flung poo, we’d never admit to enjoying these stories, and yet we just can’t help ourselves. There is no way I’d display this book on my shelf, but like other immoral pleasures, I do have a copy of it tucked under my mattress!
Rating: 5 / 5
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.
Rating: 1 / 5