The Book That Inspired The Movie
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
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did not like it
“My name is Tucker Max and I’m an asshole..” Mate, your name is “Tucker” and you attended law school, so the second half of that sentence seems redundant to me.
The humor here seems to be the continuation of a long line of misogynist, sometimes crypto-racist, mostly Caucasian males: Andrew ‘Dice’ Clay, Howard Stern, Morton Downey Jr., “Animal House” (while funny, did spotlight frat-boy antics), Frank Zappa’s more misogynist moments (think “Dinah-Moe-Hum” and “Jewish Princess”) and on and on. In t
This book makes me embarrassed to be a man. The fact that it has sold 400,000 copies makes embarrassed to be a reader. That it’s justified as bathroom reading makes me embarrassed to own a toilet. To folks who happen to like it: hey, to each his own. My opinions are worth both sides of the two-ply they’re printed on and nothing more. But as wussy as the words are, the whole premise—I’m an obnoxious alco-fuckaholic, but I know it, so the joke’s not on me—lacks two things I’m sorta fond of: co
this book is like anthropology for me – i have spent my life avoiding men like this and the women who are their prey just ’cause they annoy me. but i was still curious about why everyone was reading this. so reading this book was my shark week – i could watch the feeding frenzies, while avoiding that water at all costs. i think it was fortuitous that i started reading it the day i went to the leonard cohen concert – it made for some pretty magical comparisons. leonard cohen is a man who has been
“remember when i moved in you the holy dove was moving too and every breath we drew was hallelujah”.
“i know the hot one is going to fuck me so i want to hurry up and eat so i can get this pony in its stable”.
two different takes on the act of intercourse… leonard cohen is in his seventies and i’d still fuck him first, just for his classiness. and i’m not offended by tucker max, its not some latent feminist rising within me. i recognize that for every one of his “conquests” there is a corresponding stupid stupid drunk girl who is experiencing the joys of social darwinism. my problem is with the actual writing. his anal sex accidents do not make me blush. what makes me blush is the number of times he says “i am so funny” or “my friends say i am hilarious”, or even the more generous “my friends are so hilarious”. truly the funniest part in this book is in the acknowledgments where he thanks someone for “turn(ing) good writing into great writing”.because its baaaad. he just isn’t funny. he comes across as someone who needs to be the center of attention so much, and is such a bad drunk, that he equates saying the loudest, rudest thing with the funniest. and i have been that drunk before, and i know how funny it seems at the time, but surely one has better comedic judgment when sober and reviewing the notes…greg says people like tucker max who find david sedaris “too cerebral”. i’m beginning to understand…it gets three stars because it amused me enough that i never wanted to throw it. but it isn’t great…