My name is Tucker Max, and I am an asshole. I get excessively drunk at inappropriate times, disregard social norms, indulge every whim, ignore the consequences of my actions, mock idiots and posers, sleep with more women than is safe or reasonable, and just generally act like a raging dickhead. But, I do contribute to humanity in one very important way: I share my adventures with the world.
I think I'm purchasing a witty novel about drunken exploits. I actually purchased a blog. It's just a collection of short stories lifted directly from his website (he never used the term blog, he's clearly too pretentious to consider himself a blogger). So, I'm even more upset that I paid $5 for this piece of shit I could have read online for free.
It's almost as though he read "A Confederacy of Dunces" and thought to himself, "This Ignatius Reilly guy is onto something with the constant verbal abuse to people he feels are intellectually inferior, I should do that." Except, of course, he does it wrong.
I read the whole book, it's an easy read if you get over the tediousness, mostly because I kept thinking there would be some change towards the end. That he would realize he wasn't God's gift to the world and show some shred of humanity. He doesn't. He continues to talk about himself in the third person, name events and grading scales after himself, and go out of his way to be the most vile piece of shit he can. If he weren't so full of himself (he constantly tells the reader how awesome and intelligent he is) and his exploits came accidentally, it might have been a decent read. In all fairness, he did warn me in the first sentence that he's an asshole. I think this is the only time he's ever been modest.
They're making the "book" into a movie. Sigh....
Hmm...and asshole that talks in third person, uses his own grading scales, and thinks he's awesome and intelligent... Andy Melder would never do that. Consider the standard set.
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