Fuccbois Need Love, Too
Fuccboi is a novel about the lengths we go to avoid thinking about our own suffering — and the harm we do to others along the way.

One of the successes of Sean Thor Conroe’s exploration of contemporary masculinity in Fuccboi is making dishonesty function at the level of style rather than content. (Aaron Vallely / Twitter)
Controversy is profitable. Attention is limited. Accordingly, the publishing industry is quick to signal its relevance through clickbait book titles, often using flashes of provocative language to flag the modish extremes of online culture. Pitched by press and publishers as an exploration of urban masculinity in the Donald Trump era, Sean Thor Conroe’s Fuccboi is the latest attempt to combine viral appeal with a more complex story.
Fuccboi is incredibly annoying. The main cause of this is the novel’s style: most of it written in a series of clipped, single sentence paragraphs that often suppress the subject or first word of the sentence. A Philadelphia native, the narrator’s voice is expressed through a consistent use of working-class colloquialisms (a voice that Conroe notes in the acknowledgements section he sees as merely the fictive expression of his own). But while Conroe is an aggravating stylist, he is also an original one. So I persisted through my frustrations — finding a more interesting book than I had anticipated.
Talking Around Things
Primarily a bildungsroman about a young male writer trying to make it and dating multiple women along the way, it’s fair to assume that the life of the narrator of this first-person novel, Sean, is not dissimilar from that of the author. With an excessive focus on interiority, Conroe portrays circular patterns of eating, smoking weed, taking painkillers, or thinking about contacting “ex bae,” an estranged girlfriend hung up on the failures of their attempt to “Polyamorize.”