Random Acts of Senseless Violence. When I finished this Jack Womack novel, the first word that came to mind was “Berserk.” This is one fucked up book- seriously fucked up. Interestingly, I don’t think I realized how much so until it was all over. While I was reading it, I was dimly aware that the story I was reading was equal parts heartbreaking, depraved and insane, but it wasn’t until I had the story in my mind as a whole did the depth of it really hit me. Once that happened I basically haven’t stopped thinking about it (it’s been 24 hours.) It’s an absolutely insane story told with style and incredible creativity (especially in Womack’s uncanny ability to write his own brand of “street” and have it come out sounding organic.) Check it out.