Omon RaVictor Pelevin's novel Omon Ra has been widely praised for its poetry and its wickedness, a novel in line with the great works of Gogol and Bulgakov: "full of the ridiculous and the sublime," says The Observer [London]. Omon is chosen to be trained in the Soviet space program the fulfillment of his lifelong dream. However, he enrolls only to encounter the terrifying absurdity of Soviet protocol and its backward technology: a bicycle-powered moonwalker; the outrageous Colonel Urgachin ("a kind of Sovier Dr. Strangelove"—The New York Times); and a one-way assignment to the moon. The New Yorker proclaimed: "Omon's adventure is like a rocket firing off its various stages—each incident is more jolting and propulsively absurd than the one before." |
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User Review - DarthDeverell - LibraryThingVictor Pelevin's Omon Ra imagines a Soviet Union that never had the capabilities of the real U.S.S.R. and so had to fake everything to maintain its geopolitical power, including nuclear weapons and ... Read full review
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User Review - KimMarie1 - LibraryThingNobody weaves a tale better than Pelevin. Full of unexpected twists and turns he never disappoints. I found the first half of the book a little on the slow side but the middle to end more than made up ... Read full review
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Page 27 - We showed the sleepy soldier on gate duty our warrants from the district military enlistment office and the passports we had received only recently; we were admitted and told to go to the club, where a meeting was about to begin. Immediately to the right of an asphalted roadway leading into the centre of a small settlement was the beginning of the Lunar Village I had seen in the magazine — it consisted of several long, single-storey barracks buildings painted yellow...
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Page 35 - The person sitting at the desk was hidden from me by the open pages of a copy of Pravda, from the front of which a wrinkly face with radiantly kind eyes stared straight at me. The lino on the floor squeaked, and Mitiok's bed came to a halt beside mine. The newspaper rustled a few times as its pages were turned, and then sank down onto the table.
Page 36 - ... where several senior generals with kind intelligent faces, including Comrade Flight Leader, were sitting at a table. Of course, Mitiok and I could have walked there on our own, but the lieutenant said that this was standing orders for first-year cadets, and he ordered us to lie still so as not to upset the others. All those beds stacked up against...
Page 33 - ... piece of cloth. I tried to open my mouth to ask him what was wrong, but discovered that I couldn't move my tongue, and I had no feeling at all in the lower part of my face, as though it had gone numb. I guessed that my mouth must be...

