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My Debut Novel Published in Paperback!

A legless veteran and his Vietnamese girlfriend embark on a cross-country journey through the dark heart of mid-1980s America to exact revenge on the loathsome Monsanto Corporation, whose Agent Orange decimated both their lives.

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From the illicit pharmaceutical underworld of San Francisco’s Tenderloin to the cocaine-dusted film set of amputee porn in booming Las Vegas; from the urban-industrial hideout of vegan militant black revolutionaries to a botched backyard lynching by Texas frat boys and the liberation of their chained, abused pit bull. . . Orange Rain hurtles from one stunning scene to the next, swaying between the hilarious and the hideous. Its humor is darker than the Marlboro Man’s coffee (and his lung cancer). A wildly twisted novel, but also one with undeniable heart and compassion. It is an ode to humans’ ability to endure in the face of horrific suffering. A celebration of feminine strength and spirit. You’ve likely never read anything quite like it.
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“The eco-warriors next door embark on a lightning round of vigilante justice. Orange Rain is what happens when the Monkey Wrench Gang goes Death Wish and moves from the scrubland to the streets. Literature that incites.” -Peter Young, former ALF prisoner, chief editor at Animal Liberation Frontline

http://www.amazon.com/Orange-Rain-A-Revenge-Novel/dp/0990360717/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1407356480&sr=8-1&keywords=smitowicz

Thanks to my wonderful, egalitarian, vegan-owned, Eco-conscious publisher Trebol Press for taking this on! www.TrebolPress.com

“Orange Rain is not a politically correct novel—which is why it is so appealing . . . [the main] character has a clear revenge mission he never wavers from. Revenge is exacted on more than one oppressor, including two different rapists . . . [It’s] the type of book that could never be published by a mainstream publisher, as they would be too afraid to touch the taboo subjects it contains. Jan Smitowicz’s first novel . . . is fast-moving, fun to read, and isn’t the same old tired thing we see coming from traditional publishers.” -Kimberly Steele, author of Forever Fifteen and other novels

“A compelling, fast-paced adventure through some of society’s most intriguing subcultures . . . filled with incisive political commentary. This timely and important novel is a must read for anyone concerned about the state of the planet, or simply looking for a good read.” -Camille Marino, former political prisoner, founder of Negotiation is Over and Eleventh Hour for Animals

“An exciting new author with a new voice to bring to the world of fiction. The literary world is in desperate need of more writers like him.” Veronica Rosas, playwright

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*FREE PROMO!* My Revenge Novel “Orange Rain”, Now Revised and Including Bonus Materials!

Orange Rain has been revamped: now professionally edited, with a new cover and bonus materials at the end!

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To celebrate this, I’m offering the book for FREE DOWNLOAD starting tomorrow, Tuesday, April 1 and ending Saturday, April 5, 2014!! After that, it will be available for the 50% reduced price of $2.99 for another five days!
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Click here to download ORANGE RAIN from Amazon.

 

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Max Wright is homicidally enraged with people who wrecked his life—people he has never met or even seen. The Vietnam War left him poisoned and cancer-ridden from the spraying of Agent Orange, legless, and addicted to heroin, forced to sell drugs to support his habit and suppress his pain. Now he’s kicked heroin, and burns for revenge on the loathsome corporation that manufactured Agent Orange.

With his Vietnamese ex-prostitute girlfriend Mai Linh, Max hitchhikes across mid-1980s America. Destination: Florida, where a university medical clinic is performing cutting-edge prosthetic leg implants. Only when he is able-bodied, Max reasons, can he attempt an attack on the corporation that ravaged his body, and decimated Mai Linh’s life. Hot on Max and Mai’s trail is Victor Wattana, the “Oriental Massage Parlor” owner whose money they stole and penis they snapped in half following a rape attempt.

From the illicit pharmaceutical underworld of San Francisco’s Tenderloin to the cocaine-dusted film set of amputee porn in booming Las Vegas, from the urban-industrial hideout of militant black revolutionaries to a botched backyard lynching by Texas frat boys, Orange Rain hurtles from one stunning scene to the next. It sways between the hilarious and the hideous, exploring myriad dark places in America where the two intersect. It is an ode to humans’ ability to endure in the face of horrific cruelty and suffering. A celebration of feminine strength and spirit.

 

NOTE: If you don’t have a Kindle, you can get the free Kindle app and read it on your phone or computer!

A Huey helicopter unleashing the “orange rain” on Vietnam.

WHAT READERS ARE SAYING ABOUT ORANGE RAIN:

Jan Smitowicz is the Hunter S. Thompson for a new generation, and ‘Orange Rain’ is every inch the mind-bending ride you would expect from such an author. I guarantee you’ve never come across a novel like this before. The pace is fast and the the language is both inventive and obscene . . . If you long for a world where despicable behavior has immediate and devastating consequences, Mr. Smitowicz has your order up.”
-A.F.

“I’m always up for a plot in which the little guy fights back against the big guy. And you can’t get bigger than Monsanto. Go, Max!…Rapists getting beaten. Poisoners getting poisoned. Dogs getting liberated. That kind of justice is always so cathartic. I don’t read enough of it.”  -J.C.

Orange Rain is fast-paced and exciting . . . a tale of pure beauty.”
-M.N.

“You must read this, my peeps. You must relish the dark humor, the excitement, predicaments, the shredding of evil entities, the endings that make the world go ’round. I don’t care how the academics describe this book – I’m doing it my way: you won’t be disappointed. In fact, you’ll be singing from rooftops. Oh, yes you will!”
-A.L.

A rollicking adventure in which a search for legs and revenge leads to a cross-country trip jam-packed with thrills, chills, and seat-of-the-pants escapes…Exhilarating, thought-provoking, and relevant, Orange Rain is worth your time!”
-J.

“I loved this book! I literally couldn’t put it down. It explores some really serious topics (veterans and PTSD, chemicals and the environment, fat corporate America) in a fairly dark but wildly funny twisted way that engaged me from the first page.”
-R.S.

Check Out My Writing Blog!

Hey everyone, I’d love for you to check out my official website-blog for my writing! I do mainly fiction novels and narrative nonfiction, but I dabble in everything. High-concept, darkly funny, social-justice-oriented, wild, daring stuff. I’d love for you to check it out! Thanks =)

http://www.JanSmitowicz.com

Me with the 1,585-page Januscript of my handwritten-in-prison novel "The Liberators."

Me with the 1,585-page Januscript of my handwritten-in-prison novel “The Liberators.”

My Revenge-on-Monsanto Novel, FREE for a 5-Day Promotion!

My revenge-on-Monsanto-novel Orange Rain‘s Amazon page.

One of the primary reasons that I write is to raise awareness about social justice issues. That is why, starting tonight (July 10) at midnight P.S.T., and lasting through midnight P.S.T. July 15, my novel ORANGE RAIN will be available for **FREE download through Amazon Kindle!!** If you don’t have a Kindle, you can get the free Kindle app and read it on your phone or computer!

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I am offering this free promotion in part to raise awareness about Monsanto and Agent Orange, in commemoration of the three year anniversary of multiple testimonies before the U.S. House of Representatives by members of the Vietnam Association of Victims of Agent Orange/Dioxin (Click on the group name to see a description) on the continuous toxic legacy left by America’s spraying during the war.

A Huey helicopter unleashing the "Orange Rain"

A Huey helicopter unleashing the “Orange Rain”

All I hope for in return is for you to do one or more of three things: 1) DOWNLOAD AND READ THIS BOOK, and increase your knowledge and awareness of the horrific nature of Agent Orange and Monsanto and the necessity of FIGHTING BACK against abusers 2) TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT IT / SHARE ON SOCIAL MEDIA 3) If you like the book, POST A REVIEW ON AMAZON, even if it’s just a quick paragraph about what you liked!

Here’s an interview with me on the Vegan Hedonists blog

Here are some things readers have said about Orange Rain:

“I’m always up for a plot in which the little guy fights back against the big guy. And you can’t get bigger than Monsanto. Go, Max!…Rapists getting beaten. Poisoners getting poisoned. Dogs getting liberated. That kind of justice is always so cathartic. I don’t read enough of it.” -J.C.

Orange Rain is fast-paced and excitinga tale of pure beauty.” -M.N.

“You must read this, my peeps. You must relish the dark humor, the excitement, predicaments, the shredding of evil entities, the endings that make the world go ’round. I don’t care how the academics describe this book – I’m doing it my way: you won’t be disappointed. In fact, you’ll be singing from rooftops. Oh, yes you will!” -A.L.

A rollicking adventure in which a search for legs and revenge leads to a cross-country trip jam-packed with thrills, chills, and seat-of-the-pants escapes…Exhilarating, thought-provoking, and relevant, Orange Rain is worth your time!” -J.

“I loved this book! I literally couldn’t put it down. It explores some really serious topics (veterans and PTSD, chemicals and the environment, fat corporate America) in a fairly dark but wildly funny twisted way that engaged me from the first page.” -R.S.

Fun/ny Interview With Me on Vegan Hedonists

RE: my new self-published novel Orange Rain:

http://veganhedonists.com/blogs/interview-vegan-author-jan-smitowicz

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Read about/purchase my novel here:

http://www.amazon.com/Orange-Rain-ebook/dp/B00DEJT83Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1373314364&sr=8-1&keywords=smitowicz

July 4 Excerpt From my Novel

http://www.amazon.com/Orange-Rain-ebook/dp/B00DEJT83Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1372960903&sr=8-1&keywords=smitowicz

Quick context: One of the book’s three main characters, Andre, a mid-20s black man, is staging a Fourth of July protest outside the Alamo in San Antonio, TX. He stands by a banner he made and tied up to a fence that proclaims, FORGET THE ALAMO, bookended by two pictures: one of a Confederate Flag in flames, the other an American flag in flames. He gets on his megaphone to deliver his message to the hundreds of people milling around and waiting to get into the Alamo, and here we are (WARNING: racial slurs):

After an hour, he gets on the bullhorn and begins shouting his message to the masses milling around in front of the Alamo, to passersby, and to those waiting in line to be spoon-fed information on the “heroic” acts of Davy Crocket and James Bowie as they fought off the armies of General Santa Anna, the tour guides likely making only passing mention—if any at all—that these “brave” frontiersmen were slave-sustainers illegally occupying Mexican land. “Do ya’ll even know what you’re celebrating?” Andre cries. The volume’s turned up to 6. His voice booms out and reverberates off the scaly walls of the famous building. “You’re celebrating the legacy of black enslavement.” He pauses for dramatic effect. “That’s right.” He briefly relates the story of Mexico and Texas’s land dispute. Andre figures the following: If your idea of a (holi)day well spent is waiting in line for several hours to be led on a bland tour of the Alamo, you probably have the approximate attention span of a six-year-old with severe ADD. And the sophistication of an equally-aged retarded kid. So he’s gotta speak in short sound bites.
“Shut yer gahdamn mouth!” an obese man yells as he passes, Pabst Blue Ribbon in hand. Seems the police are ignoring public drinking laws for the day. That’s about the extent of freedom for the masses of Americans—lemme get shitfaced (on the drugs deemed legal, that is), and don’t bother us with the oppression of somebody else. The freedom of idleness and apathy.
“Shut up!” another man shouts. “This is the Fourth of Juh-ly.” As if that alone were justification to silence all criticism and dissent, no matter how legitimate.
“Yes, it is the Fourth—that’s the point! This country was built on land stolen from American Indians and Mexicans,” Andre megaphones, trying to keep his voice steady in the ugly face of mounting animosity. People lined up outside the Alamo have begun shouting as well. Expletives come hurling at him like golf balls at a driving range. “And on the backs of African slaves. This country you’re celebrating would not exist were it not for genocide and enslavement! Why are you celebrating the Alamo, a symbol of slavery?”
“Fuck off!” a middle-aged woman in a pretty blue dress snarls, stomping up to Andre. “People are just trying to enjoy the holiday, take your Communist bullshit somewhere else.”
Andre stares at her for several moments, this attractive, respectable-looking woman, stunned by her aggression. Finally he says, “Ever heard of the First Amendment?”
“You’re taking advantage of the freedoms of the country you claim to hate. You’re a hypocrite!”
Andre rolls his eyes, shakes his head with a guttural scoff. Why do people have to be so goddamn stupid? “I’m not talking about this country’s legal, pseudo-form of freedom. I’m talking about the simple human right to freedom of speech. I don’t need a law telling me I can say whatever the fuck I want, just like I don’t need a law telling me I’m a human being, rather than just three-fifths of one.”
“Fuck you,” someone shouts in the distance, “and your sign. Go back to California, nigger.”
“Go to commie Russia and see how far you get with your lofty ideals,” the woman in the blue dress says. “See if they respect your ‘human rights’!”
“No, I think I’ll stay here,” Andre says. “This is where I was born, this is where I grew up, and this is my home—because my ancestors were torn away from their homes and shipped over here stuffed in boxes to build this fucking country. Now I’m not gonna speak to you anymore. Please drop dead, you fucking miserable cunt.” He raises the megaphone back to his mouth and looks away from her slack-jawed face.