From Schlub to Stud
How to Embrace Your Inner Mensch and Conquer the Big City
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Publisher Description
Knocked Up revealed that schlubs really can become studs—here's how! For years after college, Max Gross was a schlubby ne'er-do-well sporting an unwieldy Jewfro. He fought off double-chins and man-boobs. His style of dress was reminiscent of a stoned urban slacker. Young Max Gross truly was hapless in a big city. He was seemingly without luck or hope. He had bedbugs, a bad break-up, and an audit by the IRS that threatened to break his soul. But he had heart (as well as two nagging parents). When Gross saw the smash comedy Knocked Up, he realized his day might have arrived. All these years of being a world-class schlub would finally pay off. Thinking quickly, Gross wrote an article about the phenomenon and soon found true love. In this hilarious memoir-cum-guidebook, our curly-headed hero shares his story and offers suggestions on leaving home (the bedbugs and consequent breakup forced a move back to his parents' loving arms), losing weight (but not too much), dressing well, playing poker to fulfill the typical schlub obsession with being good at sports, and much more. Naturally, the quest to find the right woman is of critical importance, and Gross expounds on this thoroughly. Readers will come away from the book enlightened, informed, and laughing hysterically.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Most readers will recognize, if only in the unlikely celebrity of Knocked Up's Seth Rogan, Gross's self-applied title, the schlub: "Someone a little unkempt. A little out of shape. A little clumsy. A little gauche. A little insulated. A little bookish." Others might just as easily call him a chubby nerd. Regardless, this endearing memoir is less a how-to (or even a success story) and more a genuine, funny series of vignettes from Gross's life in New York City. A writer for the New York Post, Gross can turn a phrase ("Journalism is perhaps the greatest repository of schlubs known to man," he notes) but his storytelling finesse belies the usual deadline-driven work. Whether unspooling the tale of bedbugs in his apartment (and their effect on his romance) or his indulgent Jewish mother ("I grew up under the impression that I was of a brand of Semitic royalty"), Gross is a gentle kidder, with himself and others. Though the title's an overstatement-this schlub doesn't transform so much as persevere-Gross's shaggy mensch charm makes for an enjoyable read
