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I think the book really caught a unique time and place in russia's history. The book would have a more topical impact to the reader of 1996-97 but it is still a great read from a talented writer.


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I first read this book in 1995 after being sucked into Womack's twisted universe through Elvissey, still one of my favourite sci-fi novels. And though the science fiction genre has broadened vastly since the days of Ray Bradbury and Arthur C. Clarke, Random Acts still defies simple categorisation. There's no doubt it has sci-fi elements, but Like Orwell's 1984, I feel that Womack has tried not only to illustrate a nightmare portrayal of the near-future, but grasp the zeitgeist of mid-90s American society and break it down into its basest elements, shaping it and containing it in the most ideal setting in which to maximise its sense of claustrophobia, paranoia and arrogance - Manhattan Island.
The rapid urban decay of a world where presidents are assassinated like flies, police and soldiers wield their power like medieval tyrants, poorer neighbourhoods have reverted to tribal warzones and an inherent culture of hate, fear and anger permeate daily life is presented superbly through the diary of 12-year-old Lola. Womack's keen sense of Lola's pre-adolescent mind coming to terms not only with the crumbling world around her but also deeper, personal issues such as the disintegration of her family network and her own blossoming sexuality always remains evocative and concise. The first-person narrative moves flawlessly, and the decay of the world around Lola is mirrored brilliantly with her descent from conservative, middle-class comfort to an immersion in the angry and violent street life of Manhattan.
The most impressive vehicle Womack uses to describe this descent is the rapidly mutating form of Lola's narrative - in her first diary entries, the language she uses is that of a sheltered and innocent young, white Anglo-Saxon; by the story's end, it has transformed into the bizarre, poetic concoction of Latino, ghetto slang and bastardised English that constitutes gang dialect. Womack further develops his concept of future-speak in Elvissey, Ambient and his other novels with astounding creativity, and his linguistic capabilities are equally as clever as Burgess in A Clockwork Orange or anything by William Gibson.
It's a frightening microcosm that Womack depicts in Random Acts, and only the precursor to a world that grows more warped and hostile through the five other novels that succeed it chronologically. If you've never read Womack's work before, start here, and get ready for the ride of your life.

You cannot put it down and after you've read it you will never forget it. The last sentence (and don't you dare skip ahead and read it) knocked the wind out of me. I stared at it for a long time. This book is on par with such classics as Perfume, Johhny Got His Gun, Catcher in the Rye, and A Clockwork Orange. I even named my dog after Lola. Everyone should read this book.


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The story is - in a word - cinematic. This really should be a movie, hopefully with narration here and there to capture the lingo. I could see the people, places and changes of time's evanescent scenery through Luther's eyes and mind. Hollywood? Knock off the remakes and sequels and look to this man for a great movie book that's a great reading experience as well. Few cinematic stories touch me this way. This touched, shook, slapped, embraced and knocked me upside the head a few times in the process.


Great SF is not writing about the future, it is a way to get us to start thinking about the present. For those with the courage to challenge themselves and their thinking, few books are going to go as far as this one. Like PKD and Orwell, Womack is a master who writes literature, not SF. Not sure of where genre ends and literature begins? Grow up and buy this book.

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However, I did not quite like this novel as much as the others in the series, and I definitely would ot recommend it as the first Womack novel to read.

Womack's style is so unique, I might suggest re-reading each book upon completion. His "vernacular" is so compelling, I actually find myself emulating it in e-mails to my friends (and perhaps his prophetic truncated style of speaking is an extrapolation of "e-mail-speak"). This book (or any of the books in the series, for that matter) are not suggested reading for the optimistic sort. He has as bleak an outlook of post-apocolyptic Earth as any author I've read, yet his vision also seems to be the most realistic. His works reap the seeds that our society is presently sowing, and he does it with STYLE.
While our government was fooling around with MK Ultra, Womack's more perverse parallel universe finds an accelerated plan far more sinister, even if it isn't fully explained. No need! He leaves enough room for you to plug in your own worst fears.
Sadly, I picked up "Random Acts" for a buck at a book surplus store (It was also, incidentally, an ideal place to start the Ambient series). While it was a great value for me, I find it unfathomable that Womack isn't as widely accepted as Frank Herbert. His vision is just as lucid, and, like Herbert's "Dune" series, I envy anyone who gets to experience it for the first time themselves...

The protagonist, Walter, is a counterculture government freelancer who's hired by the Kennedy family (indirectly) to convince Jim Kennedy to assassinate Bobby. Walter is perplexed by the ghosts floating in his living room and moaning his name. And he's not quite sure what to make of the gorgeous woman and her muscular companion that speak in bizarrely mangled English and who appear and disappear with regularity.
As the story progresses the various threads weave together in a surprisingly coherent (given the disparate threads)narrative. This is Book 5 in Womack's 'Ambient' series. It's not necessary to have read the previous 4 to enjoy this one but you'll soon find yourself searching for the other books in the series. Highly enjoyable throughout. Recommended.

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I found the positioning of 'Ambient' to be (as other reviewers have mentioned) an attempt at lying somewhere between cyberpunk and Burgess's classic Clockwork Orange. However in terms of actual implementation, the prose irritated me beyond all belief. The characters speak like drunken yodas. Don't get me wrong I'm fully in favour of taking dialects to the extreme to make a point in literature (Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh being an exemplary example) but I found page after page of this annoying doublespeak too much to bear.
When other reviewers say "this is a hard book to read" they are damn right. For me the return on investment wasn't worth it.



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Womack has a strong, passionate literary intelligence. He is a crank and a bookworm, a polymath and a blowhard, he strives for the comedy gauntlet in every paragraph. His characters lock horns and break heads in the now-familiar backalleys of dystopian urban burlesque, and if his punchlines often seem forced and artificial, we feel honor-bound (given the massive potential of his two previous novels) to let the artist experiment with this new, plastic genre. He tries his darnedest to suspend our disbelief, to make this surreal 'picnic in a graveyard' something worth caring about, something human. We know him as a invert -- yet one striving for the more conventional pleasures of readerly transport.
But *Heathern* (clearly written under deadline to fulfill a publishing contract) disappoints on too many levels. The liberties we were willing to grant him have gone stale in the interim. As a prequel to the Dryco Chronicles, Womack has seen fit to ease the throttle of his abounding, gutter-mouthed blarney (Ambientspeak has yet to dominate the Dryco universe), and the resulting text, cleansed of all overflow, is a cold naked testament to his limitations as a novelist, his faltering ability to make the surreal *real*.
You could say that Womack overloads the dice. His characters are no more or less plastic than those in early DeLillo, in Pynchon at his worst, in most award-winning science-fiction for that matter. But once the pyrotechnic distraction of his top-heavy prose-style is snuffed out, we realize that the book's foundations are wormy, its characters hollow at the core, its engine of suspense unable to inject fuel, and what was once an opulent Style becomes a cloying distraction.
The reader's syntactic eye is strained by the torsional buckling of his modifiers, the bulwarks, breakwaters, and stumbling blocks of his flexural, haphazard style. Womack strives to be 'lapidary,' to push the linguistic envelope, to make his surreal narrative believable in the throes of gushing, mellifluent overabundance. But in *Heathern*, his key does not open the door. His characters are exposed for the tactless straw-effigies they are.
And it sucks. Oh how it sucks.
By concentrating the odium of capitalist villainy into one massive, megalithic metaphor (the Dryco Corporation), Womack simplifies the *real* terrors of our world into a seedy Japanimation serial about the Big Bad Megacorp and the network of mystic underworlders who nibble at its heels. The terrorist subplot seems thrown in as an afterthought, a conversation-piece for the author's trash-talking finger-puppets. The relationships are as stodgy and wooden as a Punch and Judy spectacle trying to be deep and literary, while the villain of the piece (CEO Thatcher Dryden) is a B-movie troglodyte, a failed attempt to satirize the monopolist mindset, whose crimes and immoralities are far more subtle and convoluted than the cyberpunk excesses showcased herein.
And jeez, if you're going to put a Messiah into your novel (yawn), his dialogue must rise above the usual string of crypto-theological sidebars and faux-Biblical irony -- presented in the form of wisecracks and prophetic conundrums, straight out of the 'riddle-me-this-Batman' tradition. Womack doesn't do quite as bad as some, I'll admit. His street preacher Lester Macaffrey has something approaching a 'real' personality, and the author may be attempting to show how Macaffrey's stoical eccentricity, his suavely detached musings on theological issues make him the beacon of posthumanity in a world of protohuman cartoons. But the effect is fleeting, and Macaffrey's sudden, epiphanic relationship with the narrator is hollow, contrived, asinine, as is nearly everything else in this novel. When one of the characters expounds his family's relation to the Jewish Holocaust, the reader finds himself whistling in despair at this vinegary attempt to charge an insipid burlesque with humanistic 'depth'.
I give this one two stars out of sympathy with the author's boredom with conventional SF tropes and motifs, and his rigorous (if rushed and miscalculated) attempt to break onto the genre-scene with all guns blazing. But *Heathern* is Womack taking two steps back after the intriguing forward-tramp of *Ambient* and (parts of) *Terraplane*. Check out those books for Womack working more-or-less successfully in his essence. Leave this one in the remaindered bin.

Heathern sees Womack showing a bit of restraint. While his story is brutal in its own right, its much more tame compared with Ambient (or Random Acts of Senseless Violence which might be seen as the predecessor to Ambient). Because of his focus on the story, the reader is left guessing about certain developments in this futuristic New York City.
All in all, a good story but its not as strong as the beginning of the series.


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It was the first Jack Womack book I ever bought - the Gibson blurb on the back sold me - but I couldn't understand a word of it and shelved it. Somehow, a year later, I wound up with a used copy of Terraplane. I had to re-read the first chapter three times to make sense of the language, but eventually I put everything together; now it's probably my favorite. This led me to collect his other books from used bookstores, and then finally to tackle Elvissey.
Elvissey is a remarkable achievement, particularly in its funhouse-mirror distortion of the the 1954 we knew on our planet. Having said that, it's also by far the most depressing of Womack's books. Which is saying something. The odyssey of pregnant security operative Isabel and her psychologically-unraveling husband John leads them to an American South where black people no longer exist and Elvis killed his mother. Their return to 2054, and subsequent attempted conversion of Elvis into a corporate messiah, is utterly heartbreaking. This is the Womack book which I've only re-read once.
First-timers should read Womack's books in this order: Random Acts of Senseless Violence, Heathern, Ambient, Terraplane, Elvissey. You'll gradually come to understand everything about the strange future Womack paints, and recognize recurring characters.
Enjoy the ride. You won't forget it.


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