Omon is not a particularly common name, and perhaps not the best there is. It was my father’s idea. He worked in the police all his life and wanted me to be a policeman too.
“Listen to me, Ommy,” he used to say to me when he’d been drinking, “if you join the police, with a name like that… then if you join the Party…”
—Victor Pelevin, Omon Ra, (London: Harbord Publishing Limited, 1994), 7.
The protagonist son receiving an unusual name is also how Generation P starts.