An autofiction that mixes "bro-speak" with more formal registers, the novel follows a delivery driver and aspiring writer who has the same name as the author.

[3] Writing for The New York Times, Jonah E. Bromwich says that the book is "liable to provoke mockery", but also that Conroe is "able to capture evocative moments in a fresh voice".

[3] Alec Gewirtz with Los Angeles Review of Books writes that "Our narrator's slangy bravado may be a little cringey and his hypermasculinity just a bit sus, but he is also endlessly charming, particularly in his willingness to mock his own swaggering persona.

[6] Rob Doyle of The Guardian talks about how Conroe is challenged to "update the tradition of the American male autobiographical novelist", yet avoid "censoring himself into insipidity."

He also notes that "Fuccboi's main claim to newness lies in the narrator's middle-way attitude to the ball-aching social justice religion that clogs the air of American cultural life.