by: Tucker Max
Tucker Max, partier, drinker, and asshole extraordinaire, has written his final book, Hilarity Ensues. If you’ve never heard of Tucker Max, he’s the author of I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell and Assholes Finish First. He’s basically made a living out of drinking, being an asshole, and drunken sexual exploits. It’s rather impressive.
Max isn’t the best writer but he’s a damn good storyteller. I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, while not as well-written as Hilarity Ensues, is probably his best book, if only because he put his best stories in there. Now, Max’s stories are sexist, disgusting, vaguely racist at times (generally him riffing on someone else’s racism to make fun of them), full of drunken debauchery and sex, and crude. Very, very crude. They’re also, for most people, hilarious. Like, laugh-out-loud, oh-my-god, he-actually-did-that, crap-I’m-in-public funny.
And, to be fair, most of the times the butt of his jokes are other party-going drunk people. Which makes a lot of them more palatable.
Hilarity Ensues is a better-written book than his previous ones, like I said, and Max is actually on his way to being a good writer. He’s also on his way to growing up, because this is the end of his fratire novels. He is fast running out of stories and no longer making any new ones.
Much of Max’s behavior is so far beyond the pale, I feel glad I wasn’t there, but I’m still laughing at the story. Outré! Really, very few books have made me laugh like his, though I would say his sense of humor is definitely not for everybody. He really is offensive. It’s funny for some and unbearable for others.
On the downside, he consistently refers to (drunken) women as whores and annoying or mean women as cunts (words cannot express how much I hate that word), and I definitely was more than a little irked by that. I finished the book, mind you, but it tested my patience. I think there was more of that language than in IHTSBIH, but perhaps I’m just more bothered by it. Max does realize that women are people and it shows in the way he talks about some of the women throughout the book; he just tends to look down upon groups of drunken women in an entirely sexist way.
To be fair, he often makes fun of himself and his male friends, in ways that show he entirely understands his and their shortcomings. And throughout this book, more so in the other books, I saw that he understood exactly why he behavior was so outlandish, beyond just “people seem shocked.” Every now and then it feels like he’s riffing on the ridiculousness of how society hides its sexism and other -isms in polite masks. But not very often.
(Also, Tucker Max’s writing is full of fat-shaming, especially towards women. So I wouldn’t read this if weight is something you’re sensitive about.)
In short, if you want stories about outrageous drunken exploits with laughs garnered at the expense of polite and politically correct conventions, at the expense of the author and in a very frat-boy mindset, you will find that here. You will laugh and laugh and occasionally you’ll see a glimmer of something deeper. If you’re not cool with sexism in any form, if you’re not a fan of crude and wildly inappropriate behavior or sexual antics (and I certainly don’t blame you if you aren’t), this is probably not the book for you. If you’re not sure, check out Tucker Max’s website, and read a few stories. If they’re funny, read his books – they’re mostly new material and you’ll laugh. I promise. If not, well, his books are just an expansion of his website and won’t be worth your time.