It seemed to take forever plowing, through hundreds of pages of small print and bad prose, but I finally made it through Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead.
The main reason I decided to read it was that it seemed more sportsmanlike for me to take whacks at her ideology if I read some of her major works. It didn't take me too long to discover that my time would have been just as well spent taking whacks at her literary style.
What to say about it? Uhhh, it was about an architect or something.
The characters were pretty cardboard. It was a kind of morality plan pitting the Heroic Individual against the Conniving Collectivists. The relationships were really weird, including the "love"/hate connection between the architect Roark and his eventual wife Dominique. The man crush between Roark and the news magnate Wynand was even weirder, not that there was anything wrong with that.
I'm still not clear how other people messing with one's design justifies dynamiting a building that didn't belong to the dynamiter in question. And I get the feeling that the whole purpose of the book was to set up Roark's lengthy courtroom speech at the end. The character of Roark was pretty interesting when he was just an architect who wanted to do his own thing but toward the end he just became the author's mouthpiece.
I guess this was supposed to be Rand's answer to John Steinbeck. I prefer the Joads.
UPPER BIG BRANCH. Here's a Washington Post editorial on mine safety.
TAXES AND DEFICITS. If hedge fund managers paid more of the former, we'd have less of the latter.
FOR MICE AND MEN AND WOMEN TOO, here's some research about why exercise makes us feel better.
URGENT CHIMPANZEE AND DOLPHIN UPDATE here.
GOAT ROPE ADVISORY LEVEL: ELEVATED