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3.13 AVERAGE


I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell pioneered the genre of writing seen in books like Total Frat Move and in GroupMe chats like those I saw in college. A slightly less funny, significantly-less-family-friendly bastard child of Animal House. Decent continuity, and the writing isn't bad. Whether you like it or not, Tucker Max shaped the 21st century male psyche. The trend of increasing dissatisfaction with the book is understandable as our society's adherence to political correctness also rises.

As Tucker Max channels his lack of self respect into an entertaining saga of debauchery, many readers will find that they can channel their own feelings of inadequacy and insecurity into criticisms of our society's most popular scapegoat: the frat boy. While some may suggest that the book's greatest irony is that someone not involved in Greek life redefined how Americans perceive fraternities, I believe the most endearing is that a book which stands as a triumphant exhibition of acute masculinity (and boarishness) has contributed to the continued emasculation of our society.

What can you really say about this type of book. It's good for a few laughs but, like reality tv shows, you start to see through the cracks and realize his stories aren't as funny when you know they've been fabricated.

Who is Tucker Max? An egotistical, rich, spoiled bully who obviously was raised without an ounce of morality. What a prick! I hope he made enough money from this book to afford professional help for his Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

I knew before reading this book it would be crude. I enjoy crude humor but Tucker's complete disregard to humanity is what made this book so displeasing. Here is a summary of the book:

Fucking girls....
Drinking...
Fucking girls...
Vomiting....
Fucking girls...
Making fun of fat chicks...
Fucking girls...

These topics do not dissuades me from reading. It's the tone and attitude throughout the book that infuriates me.

What I find severely flawed in this book is his writing. Let's face it, he is just some frat boy who had some luck with a blog that eventually landed him a book deal. He is NOT a creative writer. This is one of the reasons I felt his stories fell short.

So why did I give this book 3 stars and not 1? Perhaps it's because he stirred such an emotional response out of me. Or maybe because it felt like I was watching the National Geographic channel discovering a new species. Regardless the reasons, any literature that can stir such emotions, even negative ones, deserves something.

this book makes me weep for society.

i have been forgetting about this book since last August. i got halfway through but just haven't really picked it up again. not that it isn't funny...

While I did actually get some enjoyment from this book, it was semi horrible and super misogynistic. There were some laugh out loud parts, but that kind of debauchery is really only acceptable for so long...

This guy is a pig, but a couple of his stories involve some sort of payback for his piggery, so that makes it worth it.

What a jerk! Is this really how most men think and act? I am not sure how Tucker has gotten away with most of it but I am sure glad he did and decided to share. It was laugh out loud funny in parts and disgusting in others. Tucker I hope to never meet you in person but please keep sharing!

I shouldn't like this but I did.

If you're not offended by fratire as a genre, then you will probably find something to laugh at in this collection of stories by all around horrible person Tucker Max. I certainly did when I was 23. Unfortunately, with a few exceptions they're the same funny stories available for free on his website with the exact same typos in some spots. Really, Tucker, you couldn't get your publisher to provide a copy editor?

I don't think I could recommend this book to anyone old enough to drink. Past a certain level of maturity, drunkenness, stupidity, casual misogyny, and sycophancy become a bit revolting. I won't be going back to the Tucker Max well any time soon, but wherever there a drunken frat boys chugging cheap beer from red plastic cups, the Tucker spirit remains alive.