Tucker Max illuminates the finer aspects of copulation, Local frat boys not amused.
Today this happened:
I finished reading Tucker Max’s second book “Assholes Finish First”. Airport Security asks me if the title is true (why me? no fucking clue) I respond, “Well they certainly finish and that’s pretty entertaining.”
Then this happened in my brain:
I genuinely enjoy reading Tucker Max’s stories. They make me laugh and I totally respect the guys resolve to become a fucking cartoon character, but a few things need to be said.
Essentially he is just a gonzo journalist with nothing to cover other than nailing chicks.
Which is kind’uv awesome if your into that sort of thing. Which I am and I am completely okay with laughing out loud on the subway to stories about little people threesomes.
BUT FUCK MAN THERES A BETTER STORY HERE
If you blithely sleep with hundreds of women and disregard civility and be an all around dick that’s perfectly entertaining, but if you call yourself a writer; One which covers one story (yourself) and you blatantly refuse to cover any of the good stuff, you are being a fucking pussy. Tucker’s books have covered hundreds of pages of exploits and my favorite parts are the possibly 15 sentences that acknowledge the fact that living in this matter is the result of serious mental problems cause by severe childhood trauma.
I’m an actor and I love when a whole story can be told by mildly inadvertent subtlety. I love dropping a bomb like “Everyone yelled in my house” into the middle of you humorous abortion story. I find as amazing as Daniel Day Lewis cutting meat in “Gangs of New York” it’s a small amount of information that tells you everything. That is the definition of grace To me the whole creation of the persona was to slide in the 15 or so thoughts of grief into the book under the guise of butt sex.
It’s cliché to say (I hate this sentence already), but if dog bites man no one care but if man bites dog that’s a fucking story.
If Tuck Max has loftier goals (and I sincerely hope he does) I really want him to write the book in which he bits the dog and talks about his damn mom. That’s not just entertainment that’s (brutally honest) art and entertainment at the same time, which is beautiful thing. Admirable even. If we reached a point where we thought Tucker Max did something selflessly admirable that would be a much cooler world to live in. I think.
That’s just me though.
Tucker Max is relevant because his normal is everyone else’s skeletons in the closet and in contrast (in this narcissistic era) everyone’s individual deeply painful pasts are supposed to be everyone’s normal; Mr.Max is put in a pristinely awesome angle of leverage. If Tucker Max writes his “Angel’s Ashes” his audience would be blindsided and it would be a literary coup.
That would be a much more interesting scenario.
Not to mention; allot more intriguing for everyone who likes stories about vodka and boobs to mull over once the close the back cover.
Whatever, I turn 27 tomorrow and I need a better distractions.
See you tomorrow,
DGO
