To Go: 56
41. The Winter Palace — Eva Stachniak
42. Lost Light — Michael Connelly
43. Echo Park — Michael Connelly
44. Hilarity Ensues — Tucker Max
Tucker Max’s third and final book in his series of stories about his drunken debauchery and ridiculous antics. What began as a simple sentence on an obscure website, “My name is Tucker Max, and I am an asshole,” and developed into two infamously genre-defining books, I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell and Assholes Finish First, ends here.
This is going to be quick, because I don’t have a whole lot to say about Hilarity Ensues. I bought it at least two months ago and didn’t have a chance to read it until now, but I was pretty excited to do so. Long and short of it is, I was both disappointed and not.
Have you ever had a favourite book or movie from your childhood that you kind of build up in your mind? You remember it as being utterly perfect, and yet when you go back to watch it ten years later…it’s just not as great as you thought. That, for me, was Hilarity Ensues. I can’t pinpoint what’s changed since when I read Assholes Finish First and I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell — either I grew up a little or the content was slightly less funny in the trilogy’s final instalment — but I found myself reading segments and not understanding why they were supposed to be funny, or just outright skipping over chapters that I knew wouldn’t sit right with me. Like fat-girl bashing. They’re overweight, they’re not inhuman — this book would have you believe the latter.
However, and this is a big however, when the focus wasn’t on relations with women, there were genuinely funny anecdotes. I laughed out loud several times (in public spaces), and found myself rereading sections that were giggle-for-five-minutes funny. Those sections were quality enough to justify me buying Hilarity Ensues. But not the gender relations, which I found, most of the time, to be repulsive.
Next book: Michael Cunningham or Erin Morgenstern. I’m not sure yet.