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By this measure, Tucker Max’s third book, Hilarity Ensues, is a great read.
The epilogue begins, “When I got to the literary world, it was like a great big pussy, just waiting to get fucked—and I stepped up and fucked the ever loving shit out of it.” I was sold—not on the book’s literary value, per se, but on how it highlights Max’s firm belief that he is on the vanguard of a new type of book culture.
For example, almost every woman depicted is viewed through the lens of a “female rating system” that starts at “wildebeest” and tops out at “super hottie.” There’s more at work here, though, than simple misogyny. This is a Charlie Sheen-esque, demonstratively hashtagged variety of #winning.
Let’s take a closer look at the first lines of the books, each of which betray a slightly more nuanced portrait of the author as someone who hates not only women but himself. At heart, the author is (or was) a fratty nihilist, and the self-portrait he paints is of an eager-to-offend guy filled with demons and driven to self-abnegation and the dark truths about the human condition found therein.
(No it’s not that I read Tucker Max’s books for pleasure.) My bad habit is that I often begin books by taking a peek at the ending.
The best test of a book is not the seduction of a well-planned first sentence; it is how well the book satisfies expectations at the bitter end.
Max may be the ultimate example of a post-book literature, one in which books begin as digital artifacts rather than print ones, example of which include bestsellers you’ve probably heard about (i.e., E. James’s now inescapable Fifty Shades Trilogy) and some you probably haven’t (such as Hugh Howey’s Wool Omnibus).
Max’s book certainly offers a preview of the forces exerting a magnetic pull on publishing in our post-codex, i Pad age; I’d risk the argument that there are worthwhile lessons here that are applicable to all writing.
Max has an optimistic take on what such behavior says about him. His oeuvre delivers on the promise of assholery, less so of winning.
Evidently he now has a strong enough track record that he’s returned to self-publishing.
Hilarity Ensues came out on his own Blue Heeler Books imprint.
Sure you can choose not to have an opinion on phenomenon like the Kardashians, Lady Gaga, and reality television, but if you don’t understand what they represent, one risks not understanding the culture at large—and, more specifically in the case of Tucker Max, a portent of fundamental shifts in book culture.
It’s important to know his works have sold millions of copies, most notably I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, which appeared annually on the New York Times Best Seller List between 20.
Moreover, he’s made this fact abundantly clear when he’s let his books segue into real life.