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A review by stronlibrarianvibes
I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell by Tucker Max
5.0
Note: If you are easily offended by blatantly sexist behavior, don't read this book. I saw this book on the "Too Good to Miss" table at the library, and based on the title alone I had to read it. The book is a collection of Max's blog posts detailing his adventures through drunken college and post-graduate night life. Basically, this would be the companion book to a website like textsfromlastnight.com.
Max is probably the best representation of the boorish post-adolescent straight male that I've found in what we could loosly term "literature." His misadventures are both horrifying and amusing. I got the sense in the book he wanted us to be laughing with him, but I wasn't; I was plainly laughing at him. He would like his audience to think of him as a cool ultra male who can pick up any attractive woman in the room; in most of his tales, though, he just gets-faced drunk and hooks up with the girl who looks good to him and is willing to him. When he wakes up the next morning, he usually does something so shameful that even if he wanted a second chance with said girl (and he clearly doesn't), said girl would have to have severe emotional problems to put up with such crap.
Male immaturity is taking on this air of somehow being charming and boyish with the inability to grow up. Really, if my little brother (who is probably closer to Max than I am in mentality) started acting this way and telling me about it, not to mention the whole world, I'd kick him in the balls.
Despie the subject matter, Max is actually a good writer and story-teller. That's why this book gets the five star rating. I laughed out loud, but like Max after hooking up with a woman of size (read: fat chick), I felt the need to take a cold shower and not admit I enjoyed this book to my friends.
The book is amusing, and if you enjoy scatalogical humor combined with rampant sexism and 21st century male insecurity, it's worth reading. If any one of these things turn you off (and clearly, they don't turn me off, hence the five-star review), don't read this book. And if you choose to read this book despite this review, and you're offended, don't say I didn't warn you.
Max is probably the best representation of the boorish post-adolescent straight male that I've found in what we could loosly term "literature." His misadventures are both horrifying and amusing. I got the sense in the book he wanted us to be laughing with him, but I wasn't; I was plainly laughing at him. He would like his audience to think of him as a cool ultra male who can pick up any attractive woman in the room; in most of his tales, though, he just gets
Male immaturity is taking on this air of somehow being charming and boyish with the inability to grow up. Really, if my little brother (who is probably closer to Max than I am in mentality) started acting this way and telling me about it, not to mention the whole world, I'd kick him in the balls.
Despie the subject matter, Max is actually a good writer and story-teller. That's why this book gets the five star rating. I laughed out loud, but like Max after hooking up with a woman of size (read: fat chick), I felt the need to take a cold shower and not admit I enjoyed this book to my friends.
The book is amusing, and if you enjoy scatalogical humor combined with rampant sexism and 21st century male insecurity, it's worth reading. If any one of these things turn you off (and clearly, they don't turn me off, hence the five-star review), don't read this book. And if you choose to read this book despite this review, and you're offended, don't say I didn't warn you.