Two weeks before his twenty-first birthday, Las Vegas native Bobby Ingersoll finds out he''s inherited a crushing gambling debt from his scumbag father. The debt is owed to an even scummier bag named Fraser Ruphart who oversees his bottom-rung criminal empire from the classy-adjacent Trump International Hotel. Bobby''s prospects of paying off the note, which comes due the day he turns twenty-one, are about as dim as the sign on the tower''s facade. The two weeks pass in the blink of a (snake) eye, but before Bobby''s luck runs out, he stumbles upon enough cash to pay Ruphart off and change his family''s fortune. More importantly, he finds himself with a new, for lack of a better word, faith. Bobby does not consign his big break to a ''higher power'' - what Penn Jillette hero ever could? Instead, he devises and devotes himself to Random, a philosophy where his life choices are based entirely on the roll of his ''lucky'' dice. What follows is a hilarious exploration into not so much what defines us as what divines us when we give over every decision - from what to eat to whom to marry to how or when to die - to the random fall of two numbered cubes. Combining the intellectual curiosity of Richard Dawkins with the humour and grit of an Elmore Leonard antihero, Jillette''s up-on-his-luck Ingersoll is the character we need to help us navigate the chaos of the post-truth era. Well, unless his roll runs cold.
