Imagine, the original Berserkers were “savage Norse soldiers” of the Middle Ages who went into battle stark naked! Or consider the Etruscan habit of writing in “boustrophedon style.” Intrigued? Well, either hunker down with your own Encyclopædia Britannica, or buy Esquire editor Jacobs’s memoir of the year he spent reading all 32 volumes of the 2002 edition—that’s 33,000 pages with some 44 million words. Jacobs set out on this delightfully eccentric endeavor attempting to become the “smartest person in the world,” although he agrees smart doesn’t mean wise. Apart from the sheer pleasure of scaling a major intellectual mountain, Jacobs figured reading the encyclopedia from beginning to end would fill some gaps in his formal education and greatly increase his “quirkiness factor.” Reading alphabetically through whole topics he never knew existed meant he’d accumulate huge quantities of trivia to insert into conversations with unsuspecting victims. As his wife shunned him and cocktail party guests edged away, Jacobs started testing his knowledge in a hilarious series of humiliating adventures: hobnobbing at Mensa meetings, shuffling off to chess houses, trying out for the American Crossword Puzzle Tournament, visiting his old prep school, even competing on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. Indeed, one of the book’s strongest parts is its laugh-out-loud humor. Jacobs’s ability to juxtapose his quirky, sardonic wit with oddball trivia make this one of the season’s most unusual books.
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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. —from the Introduction Actual reader feedback:
“I am completely baffled as to how you can congratulate yourself for being a womanizer and a raging drunk, or think anyone cares about an idiot like you. Do you really think that exploiting the insecurities of others while getting wasted is a legitimate thing to offer?”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you—for sharing with us your wonderful tales of drunken revelry, for teaching me what it means to be a man, for just existing so I know that there is another option; I too can say ‘screw the system’ and be myself and have fun. My life truly began when I finished reading your stories. Now, when faced with a quandary about what course of action I should take, I just ask myself, ‘What Would Tucker Do?’—and I do it, and I am a better man for it.”
“I find it truly appalling that there are people in the world like you. You are a disgusting, vile, repulsive, repugnant, foul creature. Because of you, I don’t believe in God anymore. No just God would allow someone like you to exist.”
“I’ll stay with God as my lord, but you are my savior. I just finished reading your brilliant stories, and I laughed so hard I almost vomited. I want to bring that kind of joy to people. You’re an artist of the highest order and a true humanitarian to boot. I’m in both shock and awe at how much I want to be you.”
“You are the coolest person I can even imagine existing. If you slept with my girlfriend, it’d make me love her more.” —This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. (source)
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