I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell

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It's a hit!

A vile, sexist, disgusting, and absolutely laugh out loud funny collection of short stories of debauchery. Not for the faint of heart.

 

 

by Rob Sievers

No, it's a flop!

Garbage. Picked this one up at the airport, out of curiosity. The only thing worse than hearing the author brag about his (more-than-likely ficti... (show more)

Garbage. Picked this one up at the airport, out of curiosity. The only thing worse than hearing the author brag about his (more-than-likely fictional) conquests is realizing that you're giving him $$$ while losing 4 hours of your life. His next book title should be "How to scam your way on to the NYT best seller list while making stupid loot..."

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by Patrick Glaser

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  When I read the title to this book, I knew I had to read it. Not being offput at all by the fact that Tucker Max openly admits that he is an asshole, womanizer and overall "bad person," I began reading with gusto. I couldn't put the book down for the next day; both because I was staring in horror, and laughing uncontrollably. Don't get me wrong, at no point does he "see the error of his ways" and redeem the readers hope in mankind. The guy is a dick. But he is hilariously ... (show more)

  When I read the title to this book, I knew I had to read it. Not being offput at all by the fact that Tucker Max openly admits that he is an asshole, womanizer and overall "bad person," I began reading with gusto. I couldn't put the book down for the next day; both because I was staring in horror, and laughing uncontrollably. Don't get me wrong, at no point does he "see the error of his ways" and redeem the readers hope in mankind. The guy is a dick. But he is hilariously so. I think its obvious that the stories are told in such way that make them funnier, even if they do make you doubt some credibility. And while it may not be a work of literary brilliance, the fact that it's written conversationally makes it more enjoyable. While some women may be hesitant to read this, take satisfaction in knowing that only those less intelligent than him allow themselves to be bested by a jerk. So why take offense? When picking up the book, expect what he tells you. He thinks he's awesome. He's an asshole. And he tells you all about it in an extremely amusing way. (show less)

   

  by Danielle Salazar on Jun 30, 2009 at 08:49PM

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  If you’ve read one story, you’ve read them all. I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell is 300+ pages of a redundant play-by-play of the same scenario: protagonist gets blackout drunk, typically pukes or craps himself, gets laid. I say “protagonist” and not “Tucker” because though the author claims these stories are true, there’s no way in Hell they are. Sure, there is some semblance of truth to these stories, but many of the details are impossible. But that’s not the worst strike against this book. T... (show more)

  If you’ve read one story, you’ve read them all. I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell is 300+ pages of a redundant play-by-play of the same scenario: protagonist gets blackout drunk, typically pukes or craps himself, gets laid. I say “protagonist” and not “Tucker” because though the author claims these stories are true, there’s no way in Hell they are. Sure, there is some semblance of truth to these stories, but many of the details are impossible. But that’s not the worst strike against this book. The worst strike is the writing itself. Whoever edited this book (Ah, I’ll go ahead and say it: Jeremie Ruby-Strauss) needs to be fired post-haste. To allow switched tenses in the same paragraph over and over again is clearly not artistic license, because the author is not that good of a writer, but only one thing: bad writing. Then there’s the fact the author only a few times describes with any sense of detail what a person looks like or what the environment looks like; girls are “hot” faceless mirages with “big tits” and everything takes place in a “bar” or “club.” Those are just a few examples among many. As for the bigger picture, let’s go deeper. It’s a shame the author, who is clearly intelligent with a few noble intellectual pursuits, uses those two tools as weapons to pursue his sociopathic aims without regard to anyone or anything except, as he states, personal gratification. The author claims, “I do contribute to humanity in one very important way: I share my adventures with the world.” That’s like saying Hitler contributed to humanity because he wrote Mein Kampf, except for one major difference: Hitler’s a better writer. The protagonist claims, “I’m awesome,” and other sycophantic congratulatory statements, and this comes off as funny to the half-wit frat boys and cute to the Hannah Montana fans that occupy most sorority houses, but it waxes dumb and immature to anyone over the age of twenty-three. Is the author therefore holding up a giant mirror to show everyone the new American culture of Dumb? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Yet the fact this book is a New York Times Bestseller is definitely a reflection of such; if not, it’s clearly a sign of the manipulation of The New Dumb. The protagonist/author claims he’s committed himself to writing. I challenge him to do so. This will require an immense amount of reading and writing, otherwise the author will continue writing what amounts to grocery lists. But if this is what our young culture likes to read (which isn’t surprising in this age of half-literate twenty-somethings who only understand the hyphenated language of txt msging ), then Yahweh, Muhammed, Buddha, Shiva, and Rocky Balboa save us all. LOL.

  If you enjoy reading about a character who’s had everything provided for him (money, education, way too much free time—he laments the multiple divorces and marriages of his parents as being the reason he's an asshole, but how lame—this is the 21st century, who hasn’t come from a broken home?), then this book is for you. Be warned: you will find no poetry here—in the words, the experience, nothing. And as for the claim—“My name is Tucker Max, and I am an asshole”—get it right; “Tucker” is not an asshole, he’s just a jackass.

  Perhaps this diatribe has made you want to read the book. Perhaps you now want to sleep with “Tucker Max.” Go ahead, join the herd. I hear the beer is “rodeo cold” in Idiot Hell. (show less)

   

   

  by Nate Jordon on Dec 08, 2009 at 08:22PM

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