(By the way, my first review for one of Tucker Max's books was rejected by amazon for profanity. If you've read any of his books, you see how silly that is, but I suppose we're writing reviews for those who haven't read his books yet, so I'll try again, this time avoiding the kind of language Tucker Max uses every other word in all his books.)
If you're the type of person amazon was protecting by rejecting my first review, you will NOT like Tucker Max or his books. I freely and frequently use profanity, my favorite comedian is Stephen Lynch, and back when he was popular for a nanosecond, I thought Andrew Dice Clay was a funny jerk. But--mostly due to the way he writes about women, and his complete tone-deaf portrayal of himself, I loathed everything about the writer and his books.
So, when I say I finally laughed, I'm not referring to at long last "getting" the awesomeness that Tucker Max claims to be, or in the end being glad I spent money and time on him. In the place of "awesome", put "late-stage alcoholic", and I regret the purchase, because at the end of the last book, I found him to be more vile than at the beginning of the first one. I read them all because I paid for them, and because the reviews were so positive I kept thinking I must not have gotten to the fun part yet. Well, since Tucker Max characterizes his fans as losers and idiots, I guess the rave reviews were a bit misleading.
Like his targets, Tucker Max struck me as funny only by accident: he's funny when he gives advice (and he's uproarious when he gives advice to women about being honest, and owning their own natures), because he isn't some cute scamp whose pranks (you see how far I'm going to avoid having another review rejected) that include evading the law are harmlessly entertaining. He also isn't, as someone described him, anything like the old friend you had who drank too much but you still remember fondly. At least he's no one I'd remember with affection. He's a malignant narcissist who thinks when he and his alcoholic friends ruin cars by throwing glass bottles at them it's a riot, but when a drunk girl pees in his bed, it's the worst thing to happen to anyone, ever. So when he gives advice, people should ignore it.
He's also funny when he writes that he created a life and a self he could be proud of, because I can't imagine anyone, anywhere being genuinely proud of his life. The way he treats women (far worse than his pet) and the way he writes about them (I've never read so many demeaning descriptions of women in my life), the way he abuses alcohol (his liver must be a cirrhotic mass of scars by now), or the way he treats other guys (after emptying a can of mace all over a naked man, he is humane enough to recognize the man's agony, but not sane or sentient enough to reflect on the fact that his cruelty caused that pain) are astonishingly callous, and not in a funny way.
He uses a howitzer to blast Katy Johnson away, when a whisk-broom would have worked fine. A few words--or even her own words--would easily have put her in her place; she's a hypocritical, faux-religious pageant girl whose advice about how to be a good person is only slightly less inane than Tucker Max's own. But the way he psychoanalyzes her lame cartoons is the epitome of hypocrisy, as he is unwilling (at any time in his books) to stop and question why he keeps getting into relationships with girls he thinks are beneath him in every way. Also, I find it equal parts amusing and horrifying that he frequently refers to his plans to have a wife and family someday. Does it never occur to him that the reason he can't respect any of his hookups or girlfriends is that no sane, smart, self-respecting woman would spend more than 5 minutes with him? And the idea of him being a father to a daughter makes me shudder. I honestly hope the x-ray video he was so proud of being in prevents him from procreating.
He's amusing in the extreme when he refers to himself as good-looking; he puts a lot of photos in his books, and even on my Kindle I can tell that he's a 4 at best. His humor, likewise, is not amazing and brilliant, but in many cases just the usual drunk comedian's riff on fat girls/ugly girls/beer goggles. I imagine he's the kind of comedian who you'd laugh yourself sick over while drunk, but if you went to see him sober, you'd be wondering why you paid good money to listen to lame retreads about girls' body parts having their own zip codes. You get the gist. In Tucker Max's world (and books), he gets the win every time; enemies are struck dumb, girls are reduced to tears and flee parties, and jerks are knocked cold and then attacked anew when they demand payment for their injuries (but the poor drunk girl who peed in his bed meekly submits to his request for replacement money). He's a bully whose idea of winning is hurting other people blindly, blithely, and constantly. He's Charlie Sheen's uglier, less famous, better-educated (but wasting it) stepbrother.
Lastly, but most tellingly, there were two things that made me laugh, one from his book, and one from his real life. The first was when a teenage girl told him, "You're not that great-looking, so I thought you'd be good in bed to make up for it. But then you're not that great in bed, so I thought you'd be nice to make up for that. But you're not even nice, so I don't see why I should hang out with you." (His reply wasn't as funny as her comment, which I'm paraphrasing. But, you know, in Tucker Max's mind, he always gets the last laugh.)
In the end, hilarity ensued for me when I went on wikipedia and read that when his super-awesome book about his super-awesome life was made into a super-awesome movie, it tanked hard (which explains why I'd never heard of him). Even though it was co-written by one of his best friends, people stayed away in droves because word of mouth was that the main character was too loathsome to make for a decent movie. This means that even a guy who knows Tucker Max well--and likes him a lot--can't make him seem like anything but an mean alcoholic who gets joy out of hurting other people's feelings and is incapable of being kind even to his own friends. The movie flopped because everyone saw what I got out of his books.
Now that's funny to me.