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I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell
by Tucker Max
I gave this a two star instead of one because at least it's easy for it to keep your attention. That's not to say that it's entertaining, it just doesn't feel like a chore to get through.
The majority of the stories in this book are not what I would imagine as "print worthy". You could hear stories such as these from many many people, apparently the only thing that makes his stories special is that he puts them in print. While there were a few entertaining bits, the majority of stories seemed to follow a basic pattern:
1. Tucker and friends get drunk.
2. Tucker/friends insult some people, possible vandalism occurs.
3. He has sex with a random girl.
4. Repeat steps 1-3 until book length is achieved.
I'm not criticizing his character, but I am criticizing the value or worthwhileness of his stories. They just don't feel like they're worth reading. His stories feel like a Bukowski novel, some guy goes around drinking and having sex for a while, the end. There's nothing more to it than that, it feels like it occupies your attention but does nothing above that, like bubblegum for the brain. This book achieves the bare minimum of what recreational reading should do: kill time.
The majority of the stories in this book are not what I would imagine as "print worthy". You could hear stories such as these from many many people, apparently the only thing that makes his stories special is that he puts them in print. While there were a few entertaining bits, the majority of stories seemed to follow a basic pattern:
1. Tucker and friends get drunk.
2. Tucker/friends insult some people, possible vandalism occurs.
3. He has sex with a random girl.
4. Repeat steps 1-3 until book length is achieved.
I'm not criticizing his character, but I am criticizing the value or worthwhileness of his stories. They just don't feel like they're worth reading. His stories feel like a Bukowski novel, some guy goes around drinking and having sex for a while, the end. There's nothing more to it than that, it feels like it occupies your attention but does nothing above that, like bubblegum for the brain. This book achieves the bare minimum of what recreational reading should do: kill time.