After avoiding an inquiry about what he’s working on ("In a way nothing. In a way lots of things," he says) and offering some thoughts on the Web, Mr. Max answers the question, "Whose books are generally shelved next to yours in bookstores? How does it feel to be sitting between them?"
I’d like to say I’m next to Ernst Mayr, the great evolutionary biologist, and some places I may be. But there’s a man named Tucker Max who has a book out on beer and chasing girls. No relation, btw. He throws the wild parties on our otherwise sedate bookshelf.