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catladymcgee 's review for:
I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell
by Tucker Max
So, yeah, this Tucker Max character is an asshat. There's no other way to put it. He's just the most disgusting, offensive, ridiculous excuse of a man.
But that's not why I didn't like this book.
Honestly, I thought that the premise of this particular book was solid -- hilarious, even. I just really despised the delivery.
1) The writing is poor quality. Like, high school blogger poor quality. The guy is obviously intelligent, obviously articulate, and obviously ambitious. So I just don't understand why he didn't write it as well as I know he could have. I've been assured this gets better with his subsequent books.
2) I understand that part of his appeal is his arrogant jackassery. But seriously, I got increasingly nauseated every time he wrote something like, "Seriously, everybody there thought I was the funniest thing EVER," or, "All the guys there told me I was their GOD," or "It's so hard being this hilarious all the time, and if you can't take an awesome joke, then screw you." We get it, Tucker. You think you're funny. And you are. But you're not THAT funny. Part of good writing means showing, not telling. You have plenty of material to SHOW us that you're hilarious. It only hurt your case to TELL us so over and over and over.
Those were my two main problems. The stories were humorous, and I liked the vignette setup. But that's all it had going for it.
But that's not why I didn't like this book.
Honestly, I thought that the premise of this particular book was solid -- hilarious, even. I just really despised the delivery.
1) The writing is poor quality. Like, high school blogger poor quality. The guy is obviously intelligent, obviously articulate, and obviously ambitious. So I just don't understand why he didn't write it as well as I know he could have. I've been assured this gets better with his subsequent books.
2) I understand that part of his appeal is his arrogant jackassery. But seriously, I got increasingly nauseated every time he wrote something like, "Seriously, everybody there thought I was the funniest thing EVER," or, "All the guys there told me I was their GOD," or "It's so hard being this hilarious all the time, and if you can't take an awesome joke, then screw you." We get it, Tucker. You think you're funny. And you are. But you're not THAT funny. Part of good writing means showing, not telling. You have plenty of material to SHOW us that you're hilarious. It only hurt your case to TELL us so over and over and over.
Those were my two main problems. The stories were humorous, and I liked the vignette setup. But that's all it had going for it.