Before I even get into this review, I just want to say that this is the funniest fucking book I have ever read in my life! I laughed out loud several times while reading it. Shit, I more than laughed out loud. I was cracking up, gasping for air at points, alone, on my couch, in my lonely apartment. Laughing by yourself is weird. Especially when it isn’t provoked by the television or someone else’s conversation. There’s no noise to fill in all those gaps between the titters. Laughter in a vacuum. Laughter in space. Naked laughter, surrounded in silence; it’s a strangely reflective and cathartic experience. So thanks, Grimbol, for that.
Also, here’s a quick warning about The Party Lords: if you can’t find any literary merit in things like awkward boners, gallons of jizz, the eating and/or pleasuring of buttholes, and off-putting sex with half-human redneck mutants, you might need to rethink the meaning of your life. Yes, it’s puerile, but it’s handled here with aplomb. To enjoy this book, follow these simple instructions: Step 1. Remove the intellectual stick you’ve got stuck up your ass – and - Step 2: Insert a turkey baster in there instead.
So I’m not going do one of those plot-summary-type reviews here because I assume you have the capability to scroll this webpage upward and read the blurb for the book yourself. Did you do that? Good, let’s move on then. What I am going to do is talk about the three main characters in this book, the personal connection I felt towards all of them, and then hopefully, I’ll be able to tie the whole thing up with a thesis statement that answers the only real question this book poses: Is there anything to be learned from Buttcrack and the boys?
Let’s start with the protagonist of this tale, Buttcrack. Buttcrack is a 30-year-old dude who has re-enrolled in high school for reasons either unmentioned or I can’t remember. It’s irrelevant, though. The point is, he’s an “old guy” who absolutely refuses to grow up. He doesn’t take his relationship with his girlfriend very seriously. He doesn’t take his friendships or future very seriously. He’s not looking to get all introspective about himself. He’s just...trying to live, somewhere in that middle place between being a carefree teen and an overburdened adult. As a 30-year-old “old guy” myself, who doesn’t take his relationships, shitty jobs, or future (or lack thereof) very seriously, Buttcrack is immediately relatable to me. Like Buttcrack, I’ve seen some of my friends change; become responsible and productive members or society, or whatever hackneyed phrase they use to signify that people have stopped being fun and have started becoming adults. And although I don’t think I’ve remained stagnant all these years, or that I haven’t grown as a person since my high school days because YES I’ve changed a little too – but I still look at my more “responsible” friends like they’re aliens. I mean, is there something wrong with ME because my priorities aren’t the same as theirs? I don’t want to make a lot of money, I don’t want to commute to work, I don’t want a “good job”, I don’t want a mortgage, wife and kids. This isn’t to say I won’t EVER want those things, or that I’ve been running from my own inevitable maturity. I’ve just looked inside myself and done what felt right for me. Does that make me Buttcrack? Yeah, maybe. But shit, man, what the fuck is adulthood anyway? I realized something while reading this book: Most adults are just kids in big people’s clothing. Adults don’t know shit. They just pretend they do. And when you’re little you listen to them because they act like they know what they’re talking about. REAL maturity is about self-reflection, and following the call within yourself, even if that bucks the grain. Even if that call means remaining immature. So thank you, Buttcrack, for that revelation. If you were real, you and I would be definitely be homies.
Next we move on to Ta-Bone, named so because he loves ta bone. This was my favorite character in the book. Ta-bone is a slightly awkward kid, fashioned in what I assume is the image of Stiles from Teen Wolf. That’s the original Michael J. Fox version of Teen Wolf I’m referring to, not that MTV soap-opera version they got going on now. Ta-Bone is constantly on a quest to get laid. An unquenchable libido, a blunt and fast-talker, and absolutely no standards at all. To read a character like Ta-Bone is a relief, of sorts - to be so straight-forward, so unabashed, so clear of vision, especially when it comes to something as metaphorically and physically messy as sex. A character like Ta-Bone is a nostalgia trip for me, as I’m pretty sure I was Ta-Bone back in my high school days. I’m pretty sure I’m still Ta-Bone today; you don’t want to see some of the fuglies I’ve had to sleep with. It’s exhausting being as sexually proficient as I am. HAHAHAHA. Pretty much all the lines that made me laugh out loud in this book were uttered by Ta-Bone.
The invariable yin to Ta-Bone’s yang is Ralph. Ralph is a fat, nerdy, reserved kind of kid. If I was outwardly Ta-Bone back in high school, Ralph was who I was inside: Insecure. Anxiety-prone. Secretly hanging massive dong. Heh. Ralph is that little voice in your head when you’re barreling into a dangerous or uncomfortable situation, that little voice that says “Should we really be doing this?” Yeah, it’s kind of annoying, but a necessarily contrast. Necessary for self-preservation in real-life, and necessary for progressing the narrative and character arcs forward in the world of The Party Lords. He is a great addition to the motley crew of Buttcrack and Ta-Bone and a valuable component in their journey to find someone to buy them booze and get to the party at the Perfect Kid’s house.
Ok. You still with me here? This sprawling ramble-of-a-review has taken on Melvillian proportions. I’m about to wrap it up. I promise.
So what is my thesis? What did I learn from these three people? What is the point of this book and all the words I just wrote about it? Well...I suppose there really isn’t one, per se. Perhaps what I walked away from The Party Lords was is this: sometimes life is just about having fun. Big Fun. Perhaps that’s ALL life is about, in the end. And we don’t need to dive much deeper than that.